Bloody Mary Folklore Novels & Stories

"You are so smart Phoebe, but, that is how good writers are, you do not have to witness a certain event or experience a certain situation to be able to write a good story. A writer's wild and great imagination can take her readers into magical places and can turn them into reality." Amelia titters at her daughter but Martha interrupts their conversation. "Those stories of beast were from our grandparents and it might be true, my grandmother used to warn me not to roam in the street during night time, because members of werewolf clan are hunting people, they kill them and eat their organs." Martha turns to Phoebe while she gives her three pieces of cut apples. Amelia annoyingly looks at Marth

“Come in and prove yourself Mary from the bible or be gone with you.” A fog appeared on the floor not far from where my aunt stood. As it thickened and rose up, the dense and nearly opaque shape of a woman in twelfth century attire -conical hat included- appeared. “Are you seriously going to tell me that you’ve been taunting Megan’s ancestors for that many centuries?” Lily said with disdain. “You need a hobby.” “I stand before ye now, McCarthy witch. What say ye about that?” the spirit witch cackled.

The distinguishable metallic smell of iron wafted through the entire room, droplets of her blood dripping into the red calabash. My mother then reached for the other calabash and like Tamara, sliced herself and let blood drip in it. Once there was enough of it, she gave it to Tamara as required. 'This blood is a symbol of my position granted to me by the moon goddess. ' She lifted the one that had Tamara's blood in it.

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.

“Trust me, I will. All you have to do for me is order for the blood of any animal killed here to be brought to me.” “The blood?” “Yes,” Mariah nodded, “if I feed on blood, I can restore any energy I lost.” “Oh, sweet child,” Athena smiled, “only the king’s blood can heal you.” “No, you don’t understand. Bloods heal me, I am a vampire. My father sucked from the tree of death,” Mariah explained, watching as the woman’s eyes were covered in shock. Alaric had told her the story of their ancestor who killed his mate after sucking from the blood tree.

Her skin seemed colder. Her lips were a bit blue and appeared to be a bit of blood inside her nostrils. My body shook with fear. Widened eyes refused to unseen the view. My heart leaped into my throat as I shrunk back and stood there voiceless. "She died seventy years ago, but even today, her blood flows out of her vein proves this place is cursed." His words throbbed inside me. I left with nothing but a numb body when he explained further.

“Oh, sorry, let me find something else for you to do.” “Why?” I ask with a garlic knot already in my hand. Maria looks at me with wide eyes. “Do you mean you’re not afraid of garlic?” With her innocent face and the look of amazement in her eyes, her question makes me chuckle. "This is to ward off evil spirits. But I haven't seen one yet." "Ok, then." She beams happily, knowing that she didn’t make a blunder. "You can proceed with the garlic." When we finish the dishes, Maria doesn’t bother to make them look good or carefully place them on platters like in a restaurant. She tosses everything in casseroles.

"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-"

The questions swirled in my mind as I searched Mary’s face for more clues. I looked into her eyes again and asked, "Do you know where they came from?" Mary shook her head once more. "I only know the old stories and rumors passed down through the years," she said gently. "Most of what I know is shrouded in mystery. They were thought to be giants among us, with powers that exceeded all others—a threat to every being in this realm. And then, just as suddenly as they had appeared, they vanished from the face of the earth. After that, discussing the Capris Coven was forbidden."

All he wanted was the best for her, he never wanted that smile to leave her lips. He promised to show her the world, which he did, foolishly so. Martha was a gentle woman on the outside but deep down she was fierce, that was what called him…lured him in and also blinded him from the truth. Until that fateful morning when she threw up blood on his clothes, her entire body went limp in his arms and he could hardly hear her breathe. She was dying… That was what the doctors told him. Said she had leukemia, said it came so suddenly that they didn’t notice on time despite her going to their hospital every month for a fucking check up!