Bloody Mary Backstory Novels & Stories

She stumbled toward what remained of the main hall — and there, in the center of the broken floor, a sigil shone faintly beneath the dust. A spiral of moons. An ancient mark of power. Suddenly, pain seared across her left shoulder. Ava cried out, dropping to one knee, clutching the mark hidden beneath her skin. Marcus was at her side instantly, steadying her. “It’s your bloodline,” he said fiercely. “It’s answering. You’re waking up.” The sigil on the ground pulsed once — and for a heartbeat, Ava saw visions flash across her mind: Wolves howling under blood-red moons.

“Yes,” Mario said. “There is someone else.” The yard went completely still. He looked at me like a man who had made his choice and was waiting for the consequences to reach him. “Her name is Martha,” he said. “She stole my bloodline four hundred years ago. Since then, she has been controlling my operations from the shadows. Every carrier I hunted and every method I used had her approval.” He paused. “She couldn’t come herself. What she took from me kept her alive, but it was slowly failing. She used my operations to buy more time while she searched for a carrier strong enough to take completely.”

Mary's eyes widened in fear. “How….how do you know that…?” Her voice faltered. He looked very young. Around 25, how could he know something about her past, which happened 15 years ago? “That's irrelevant," he stepped towards her. “You were one of their famous strippers. Then you robbed one of your clients, almost killed him, then disappeared.” “Who the hell are you? Are you trying to blackmail me?” Mary was finding his smile, annoying, she wanted to wipe it away.

"Bloody Mary? As in the cocktail?" Sayna smirked. Naturally, she knew about the legend of Bloody Mary that was told before the cocktail, but she did not want to let slip a chance to diss Mary. Even if she was not given a beating, it was just a matter of time if Frank was not here.

"We didn't want this happen" "You did! You whore!" Maddy hissed. Tears starting to pour out from her eyes. "My Rodrigo was dead because of the two of you-" "You lied to us all" the captain interrupted the old lady pulling her from behind. He looked at Maria with his unfathomable eyes. "Now this village is damned because of you and your daughter!" "My daughter is not a Badblood!" Maria protested but lost in the crowd of faces of the angry villagers. "Oh seeesh! She is!" shouted Maddy and everybody looked at her. "She bleeds gold! That's not a human blood. She's a mons-"

Marybeth pointed out, adding quickly when she noticed the apprehension in Scarlett's eyes, "my father and Danica will be there as well. So you and Lewis don't have to feel out of place." "It's not that I'm worried about," Scarlett said as she snatched the card from the florist and read Austin's cheesy message, wishing Marybeth a happy second-week anniversary. "What's the problem?" Marybeth asked. "I mean, what will we do there? Would we have to drink blood or something?" Marybeth rolled her eyes, "they are criminals, not vampires! Why would you have to drink blood?" "Isn't that what all these secret organisations do?" "Again, they are criminals, not some secret organisation!" Marybeth lied a

Blood flooded the front of her body and her white hair was now dyed red. The only thing they could do now was to wait until the people who were going to pick them up realize this mess and came before the situation really got out of hand. Without any lighting, the place looked very tense coupled with the female vampire who had lost control of herself and was filled with thirst. The seconds seemed to go by so slowly. And when the people, who supposed to pick them up, arrived, in two black vans, which then stopped right in front of Kyril and Dom, a person got out of one of them. Someone they didn't expect at all.

He did not know what drug was in it. "What is this?" "I asked this from her," Mary slowly said and opened the bottle. She took out a small white pill from it. "Uncle Dean, do you know why my mom adopted me?" Dean wanted to say, "I don't care." Before he could say anything, Mary continued, "I was born color blind. When I was one, I was dumped in a garbage bin by my biological mother." Dean was speechless.

Mary said and slit her throat before Eleanor could stop her. Mary fell on the floor, her blood spilling everywhere including Eleanor's dress which was wine. "What the fuck!" Eleanor rushed to use her hand to stop the blood on her neck but she couldn't. Mary struggled on the ground, managing to get the knife in Eleanor's hands. It didn't take long before Eleanor started crying.

Xavi asked, snapping me from my thoughts. I glanced at him and with my lips pursed, “Let’s go,” I murmured as I climbed into the carriage. It was not truly my business, and the last thing I wanted was to be entangled in this mess. The ride jolted with bumps, but suddenly something swirled into my nostrils, a sharp, metallic, unmistakable smell, like blood. My eyes darted over my body, yet I was not injured, so where was this coming from?