Bloody Mary Ghost Novels & Stories

“Okay, Martha straight from the bible. Why do you hide and not appear like me? No… no… let me answer that one for you. It’s because you really don’t have the power to do it. That’s it, isn’t it, Martha from the bible? You have no real power.” My chair trembled as the candle flames rose to almost three feet high. “Dost thy wish to witness the power of I, ghost?” “Ghost?” Lily laughed. “I’m no mere ghost, Mary from the bible. I’m Lily McCarthy. I’m sure you know the name. My ancestors beat the pants off of yours in every magic contest there was. Now, be gone. You clearly don’t have the power to face me.”

Mary rejoins us triumphantly carrying the two swords from the Holmgang along with a very fancy looking rapier, and the rest of the Pack shows up in a taxi after combing the shops for the silver plating liquid that doesn’t need electricity to work. There really isn’t anywhere private in London where you can collect a ghost army together, but before I worry too much about it, Mary starts laughing at me. She has to explain that ghosts won’t be seen unless they want to be, which I should have figured out by myself. Tom, who has the same skill, is practising his own kind of dodging. I hope being made to forget something over and over doesn’t start doing damage to the brain.

Few minutes later. They all made it to Ryan's Party. Everything was running smoothly, and people were having a goodnight. Hey Babe am going outside for some fresh air Mary told 💬 Michael. Michael pecked his girl on cheeks, and she stepped outside. As Mary was just strolling on the street to get a little sober, And then the unexpected happened before her 👀 eyes; 🤔thinking it was a watermelon someone just dropped on the ground. As she came a little bit closer to see it clearer, and then saw something horrible😱 that she nearly fainted.

And it only says one thing; to kill. “Long time, no see.” Her fangs are lethal, and her voice is unexplainably spine-chilling. “Missed me?” And Giovanni is here to play. “Not really.” Slowly, she made a slit along Everleigh’s throat, making the latter scream in pain. “But I did miss your sister…” “Everleigh!” Giovanni lost his focus and Lucius did not waste the time to release himself and knocked Giovanni down. But he quickly regained his composure and the next I saw are all preludes of fangs, nails, and blood.

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.

They also highlighted the reddish-brown streaks on her cheeks, illuminating what lay at her bloodied porcelain feet. A cat. Or what remained of one. Gutted, its entrails piled at Mary’s feet and, he saw, looped around her neck like a profane rosary. Purplish flesh glistened in the ground-lights. With an obscene touch, someone had painted Mary’s beseeching hands with the cat’s blood and viscera. As Father Ward fought the gorge rising in his throat, Mary’s hands dripped, as if fresh from a kill. *** 8:30 PM

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.

"Our only hope to survive this night is to keep our heads. When we found Graveston, God rest his soul, I saw blood, dark thick blood- which was not his own- also on the kitchen floor. The shots we heard being fired must have injured this...thing...which means if it can be hurt, then it can be killed too. You also saw how frightened Graveston was when we left the men...fear is what it follows, it can smell it, I am sure. And I will not let this cursed beast, if that is what it is, get the better of me. I am the lady of this house and I will not begin my life here as either a slave to my own fear, or as a corpse. Do I make myself clear?" Mary bobbed her head, gulping hard, her mistress's eyes

"What's good?" "What is a Bloody Mary mocktail?" Amanda asked, her nose wrinkled in disgust. "It's a Bloody Mary just without the actual blood," Saerus said as he pointed to another drink on the menu. "These are the drinks more appealing to non-vampires." "Hi! My name is Melody and I'll be your server tonight, what can I get you to drink?" A chipper voice sounded next to the table and Ellie looked up with a smile. The girl had long brown hair, her eyes glowing.

Her gaze flickered at Ryan, confusion etched across her face. Realizing that there was someone else behind her, Mary swiftly withdrew the gun from her purse, her sinister intentions written across her face. Her eyes narrowed on Scarlet, and her finger twitched on the trigger. “I hope you rot in hell, Scarlet,” Mary muttered. Before Scarlet could fathom what was happening, there was a deafening gunshot in the air, and her body immediately fell to the ground.