Bloody Mary Folklore Novels & Stories

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!

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

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.

"Elizabeth, I'm sure you know the story of how she baths in the blood of virgins, milk and chocolate to preserver her youth. But unlike Dracula’s other wives, she undergoes the change differently. It was said that he never loved her, because she was crazy and too obsessed with him. So she staked him in the heart and pressed his fangs into her arm. The venom didn't take full effect, so she wasn't fully human or a complete vampire. Which led her to bathe in blood, milk and chocolate." "Lastly for Mary, she was the evilest of them all. Do you know the nursery rhyme? Mary, Mary quite contrary." "Mary, Mary, quite contrary. How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockleshells. And pretty

"I was afraid okay, don't blame me. I thought that if you grew up here, someday you'd want out and . . . you may not think it through before you leave. I just didn't want to lose you, I've lost three of my friends to those deadly doors, and I didn't want the same thing to happen to you," "Okay, you lost me. How's that got to do with the reason why we're here Mom?" I questioned. She paused, taking a deep breath, "As a daughter of this town, there are some rituals you must partake in, if not done, you might lose your life." "What!" I shouted, shock written all over my face. "But I'm not a daughter of this town, you are. What's going on mom? And one more thing, I'll never partake in any diaboli

CHAPTER 181 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ “And that is the actual reason I and my parents were banished from Forgotten. It's the same reason I still lose my mind when I see blood,” Mary said. She had woken up from her deep slumber and was now sitting at the dining table with Anaya, waiting for Edith to serve dinner. “So, the source of the powerful aura that surrounds you every time you see blood is an abyss demon that's always with you?” Anaya asked.

The courtyard became a sea of red, as if the very heavens themselves were bleeding. I felt a presence beside me. Alpha Kael's gaze locked onto mine. His eyes gleaming with darkness, a hidden truth. And I knew, in that moment, I was forever bound to this pack, and their mysterious, psychotic blood-soaked ritual. A young approached Mary, holding a delicate, ornate cup. Mary took it, her eyes gleaming with an intense light. She raised the cup to the sky, letting the droplets of blood fall freely into it. The cup filled quickly, overflowing with the crimson liquid.

Hawk said weakly. Mary appeared from around the corner of the shack with rags wet from a nearby creek. She lifted his shirt to reveal his brown abdomen. Sopping at the wound. “As long as I’m alive that collar will hold.” “Doesn’t look like that’ll be long.” Marta sneered in a voice that was clearly evil. Her eyes as dark as charcoal. Mary spun with unusual violence. “You don’t say that, Bitch!” She stalked over to Marta. My mates and I were stunned at the quiet girl’s sudden rush of violence. And that term was one, wolves rarely used.

Like a demonic nightmare from my past, reflecting in the bayou was a rusty portal to hell. It couldn’t be. Blood on the moon was a bad omen, not again. My momma had always said that blood on the moon meant that blood would be spilled. I didn’t believe it all those years ago on the night that I lost Clyde, but now fear ran like acid through my veins. Nothing was going to happen tonight; that was just an old wolf’s tale; it couldn’t happen again, it wouldn’t.

Bloody Mary Mary knew that the bodies had been stacking up as a lazy tech pushed it toward the elevator. She could tell by the look of indifference on his face where he was going. The sound of popping gum echoed the hallway as she walked unnoticed as she headed toward the stairs. Stopping at the morgue door and with a shiver, Mary slid through the door quietly and stood in the shadows waiting for the drop off the dead body.