Bloody Mary Candle Novels & Stories

And this is all his doing. I turn on my side and sigh dreamily, then I hear someone call my name. I sit up quickly. A gasp leaves my lips. It's Mary. She's standing by the door, and her face looks...awful. Her eyes are swollen and oddly, they're terrifyingly black. Like there are no whites in her eyes. I narrow my eyes at her. Her sleeping gown is covered in blood. "Mary?" I say. Or want to say. My tongue is too heavy and I wish to say her name but don't know if I've succeeded. Why is she covered in blood? Why are her eyes like this?

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

“I bring you something worth waiting for.” Ivy arched a brow. “Another trinket? Or did you finally find a diversion better than the tavern girls?”My smile was thin, secretive. “Neither. I found her.” At that, both women straightened. “The hybrid?” Valentina asked quietly. I nodded slowly. “She’s with the Shadow Mountain pack. I smelled her blood tonight.” His voice lowered, hungry with memory. “It is not wolf’s blood alone. Forbidden, and yet… intoxicating.”

- Mary Ann, it blew her away by few meters in her front was the irregular zombie that was bigger than any of them! her skill double thinking is still active but there is no way she will escape this catastrophe the claw of the irregular zombie is becoming larger in her sight and at any moment she will die to the hands of it *wwwoooom!* a black matter bolts the area, it blasts a thick smoke around! “What is this!”- Arthur Mary Ann was bewildered because of the sudden turn of even, even the zombies have been blinded by the thick smote

CINZIA POV The rich tones of charcoal and burgundy welcomed me as I stepped into the room. Pausing by the door, I surveyed my surroundings, anticipating something different, at least. Raphael's mysterious nature had never hinted at such extremes. The room, spacious enough to be called a dining room, was illuminated by eight candles strategically placed in each corner. Despite the chandelier overhead, the candles served as the primary light source. A mahogany table dominated the center, adorned with silver candelabras and a bouquet of blood-red roses as centerpieces.

Harsh white light flooded the room, leaving me momentarily blinded. "Ah fuck! Bitch give a warning before you do that!" I trained my eyes on her, my roommate as she finally sat on her bed. She was the exact opposite of me, in every sense. Her jet back hair was thrown up in two messy buns, with a few strands framing her face. She had make up on, and even her make up was a mess, her cherry red lipstick was smeared and her mascara was all...she was a mess, I have no idea how else to put it. A quick glance at my clock showed me it was a little past midnight, and it looked to me like she was from somewhere, no one stayed in school till after midnight and comes back looking so disheveled.

Mary took a deep puff at her cigarette and began singing, “The weather is nice, there’s a good view everywhere… Everything smells great, everything smells like flowers…” Her singing voice stood out starkly amidst the tense atmosphere, resulting in gaining the attention of everyone there. They seemed upset. Sensing that, Cain hastily tugged at Mary’s arm. “Stop singing, please. Everyone is agitated. Do you want to get punished again?” Mary sneered but kept quiet. After all, she still felt intimidated by Xyla’s bodyguards. Right after that, one of the bodyguards walked up to Mary, aiming his gun at her head. Mary shuddered and looked at him. “Wh-what are you doing?”

Once I'm in place he pulls out the chair next to me and takes a seat as I start stacking papers and flipping open the history book. I am all too aware of the shifter next to me. He's so close I can smell him. Mint and honey flood my nose, it's so overwhelming my head pounds in protest. I take my glasses off again sighing as I massage my temples. "Damn migraines." I whisper to myself.

It was odd; everyone else seemed to prefer the comfort of their classrooms. I scanned the room, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dim light, and spotted him—sitting alone at a corner table, his dark clothing standing out against the dull surroundings. The soft glow from the table lamp illuminated his face, accentuating his strong features. The cigarettes were gone, but the air still felt charged with his presence. He leaned back, his long hair flowing over his shoulders like a cascade of night, seemingly unfazed by the emptiness around him.

“He’s the bartender from the previous club where I loved partying. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in bartenders.” Soon enough, the bartender brought their drinks and placed the glasses before them. Anna stared at the contents of the drink, wondering what on earth it was. She’d never seen it before. “What the hell is this?” “Bloody Mary.” “Weird name. What is that?” “A drink. You’re going to love it. You see this place, you better come here often and get a membership. I have a feeling that this place is going to soon get more crowded than it already is. Come closer I’ll tell you something.”