Bloody Mary Backstory Novels & Stories

"It doesn't make any sense. Luciano would have been the head of the mafia by then, why didn't he kill her." "Have you met Mary?" Jake and I stare at him confused. "She is a beautiful woman, everybody loved Marry and Luciano was no exception." "He was fucking his brother's wife?" "Yes, after her husband death, Mary kept herself relevant by sleeping with powerful men to get Luciano to a position where violence couldn't get him. She got pregnant for Mike and agreed to go into hiding. Turns out Mary's mother was insane; she was ready to carve out the baby from her womb. Mary ran away with the help of Mike, but one thing that didn't make sense to me was the large sum of money that was pumped into

Character Backstories Lily Carson Orphaned at five when her mother vanished into the woods under mysterious circumstances, Lily was raised by her aunt in a small town where whispers followed her like shadows. Her mother, believed to have succumbed to postpartum psychosis, had actually been part of the Original bloodline—wolves so ancient their power could unravel kingdoms. Lily grew up unaware of her true nature, keeping her head down as a maid at Greyhowl Manor, where she found comfort in routine and silence. Haunted by prophetic dreams and drawn inexplicably to the estate’s Alpha, Lily's quiet strength masked a storm waiting to awaken.

Liam added. “This was actually the site where a handful of my kind were massacred.” “You mean this was that house, during the Secret War?” “Yes. A witch named Marie Claire Mormont massacred those vampires in the name of Stella Dubois, as part of the immortality spell.” Liam and I exchange glances. Marie Claire Mormont is my foster mother´s real name. I recall Liam telling me about this when I asked about my parents back at Club Equinox. He also told me about my foster mother. It completely escaped my attention that Marcus possesses knowledge of my previous life. Would he be angry at me if he discovered this?

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

“What are you talking about? What is this myth and what is happening to her? Tell me now” I shout at him as I start to lose the little bit of control I had. “She is turning” he all he replies. “How she was bitten in the leg,” I say as me and Mary exchanges glance thinking that Tom has lost his mind. “Did she kill someone?” he asks with a questing look. “Yes, she killed the rouge that attacked her,” I say not knowing why that was important to what he was saying regarding the myth thing.

My hands subconsciously moved to my neck. "Alpha Damien, who was that? Why do I perceive your scent on her?" I ignored his comment as I had also caught my scent on her earlier. "Could she be your mate?" I threw a very harsh glare at Carlyle. "She's not my mate! My mate died years ago!!" "Yes, Alpha." Carlyle said as he bowed his head. I glared at him a few more seconds, then turned away and glared at the direction the trio just went. "I want every detailed Information about her."

They just couldn’t leave me alone could they, my demons. Squeezing my eyes shut, the recent nightmare came flooding back. Something bad had happened and I hadn’t been able to stop it. Bloom was lying in my arms. There was a hole in her belly like something had yanked our pup out of her, a pool of blood around her throat. She was dead. I shook her but there was no response. Her eyes were wide open and lifeless, and her skin was death-cold. Then I roared in anger and when I looked down again, it wasn’t Bloom anymore. It was Maria. Maria with an arrow deep in her chest like the day she died.

"you have the truth on your side." The conversation fell silent again. Belinda watched as Mary seemed to struggle within herself. It was understandable; Belinda had made no small request. Although the prospect of getting back at your enemies was tantalizing, it was easier said than done. Her thirst for revenge was pushing her forward, but she was attempting to ginger a person who had already accepted her fate. Belinda hated to admit it, but she needed Mary to join her side. At last, Mary broke the silence. "9 years ago, at summer camp, Cecily killed my wolf."

“But his love cannot protect you from this Mary. You have to know that.” Mary nods sadly, “I know, but he was much worse when we were younger. He was involved in street gangs back then, no protection at all. He could’ve died at any moment.” I bit my lip, grasping her hands lightly as anticipation eats at me. “But then he joined the Belmont family and turned over a new leaf. The Mafia King helped him change for the better." My eyes bulge as I level a stare with Mary."You really believe he’s changed for the better?"

"Mary, how do you know about any of this?" "When I told you about my life before Liam's pack. It was at Alpha Leroy's pack. That's where I was born. My mother was your grandmother's nanny as a child and later became her head maid. I grew up with your Grandmother and was being trained to be a nanny to her or other Alpha pups. It wasn't a mistake that she ended up at Liam's pack. She came to find me". I collapse into a chair and look around. I had always trusted Mary, as she had kept this secret from me the entire time she knew me.