Bloody Mary Legend Novels & Stories

Burned meat and blood are so old that they don’t belong to anything natural. There is only one thing it can be. A name whispered in the Pit’s dark corners when the guards thought we were too broken to listen. Bloodborne Hounds. Bred in the dark and stitched together from dead wolves and dead men. Made for one purpose: to tear the right out of anything too stupid to run.

Isabella's Pov Everything changing in the blink of an eye is something I can't seem to get used to. Even after all these months. Bloodmoon Pack the once powerful and most wealthy pack in all of the South is now in shambles. We now survived through rations of food, and some weeks were better than others, where we would be starved for days, only getting leftovers three times a week.

I spotted my car parked on the roadside as my personal assistant rolled down the car window, saying, "Tomorrow's schedule is to help the Famiglias in Ithoria handle settlement negotiations. The plane is about to take off, so we need to hurry, Ms. Marino." I opened the car door and got in. I then took the 20-sided gold die from my pocket—the one that held so many memories—and tossed it into a roadside trash can before rolling up the car window. I knew that from that moment forward, I was free—no longer tied to anyone and no longer anyone's possession. I would be the only one who could dictate how I would live my life now.

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?

Alexia Skylar Hale To be honest, killing was easy for me. Showing no emotions and killing them, the enemies. Here i go again, killing for my father. Its my job as li fantasma or as in english, “The ghost,” but as Alexia Skylar Hale, im known to be work along side my father, in the company, of course.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

Another voice in the dark answers me, but Mary stays quiet, "it's not my home." "What do you mean? Are you from another pack too?" I question. "No," the voice answers, "Blood Moon isn't home to anyone." Well, that's not ominous at all. Mary pipes back up, "It's not so bad. You just have to keep your head down and do as you're told. Some of the warriors are really nice." That earns a scoff from the girl in the dark. Maybe Mary isn't the brave one. "She's in enough trouble, Liza. Don't start," Mary tells the mystery girl. She ignores her and talks to me instead. "Can you really get us out? Did you really kill the Gamma and those warriors? You must be really strong."

Jai-Blynn has her suppressed, and apparently, she's counting on Kinna to save her from it. Kinna's palms finally open. Only Marelyn and I know what we glimpsed there before they disappeared. We saw symbols. In her right palm, the Celtic symbol of fire and water was joined together to form what looked like light and life. Her left palm showed us her silver blood. She's a bloodline, and she's not just any legacy werewolf, but a true Legacy, who can control both elements.

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.

This was probably the best shower she'd ever had. As she showered the dirt and leaves and blood off, she thought about what Evander had told her. If no one could break his curse, what was he supposed to do? What was she supposed to do? Her mate was one of the most powerful wolves in history, and his kingdom was uninhabitable. Somehow, it was still a better option than ending up back with her father and brother.