Bloody Mary Legend Novels & Stories

“Martini? Vodka on the rocks?” I pull out my silencer and Jonas’ eye go wide as saucers. His petrified gaze shifts rapidly back and forth between the gun and my face. “Bloody Mary,” I tell him and shoot at his dick. A deep shade of red blossoms like a flower and spreads through his robe, changing it to a deep maroon colour and Jonas slumps onto the ground. Blood splatters on the brunette too and she screams, running away faster than you can say ‘bye’ while the tall lean man stands frozen like a statue.

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.

He was grinning like a mad man but his eyes shoot daggers. As I do that, I finally got a proper look at what is really happening. Everything... is on fire. In a distance, I caught Matertera Matilda as she cracked one of the vampires' heads open, which gained a deafening scream of pain from the latter. She then throw it into the flames right after and caught my gaze. In her eyes reflects the burning flames in between us. I have never seen such eyes burning in so much determination. Matertera Matilda is burning, and the red fire was made just for her.

He says dismissively. “That girl is not their mate. She was Silas’s mate. They clearly killed him to get her.” One of the Wolves snaps. Before anyone else can reply a man stands up. His eyes are blood red, alarmingly so, and I wonder if he’s a vampire. I know they exist, though I’ve never seen one before. “You will have your turn to speak. We are in Blood Rose Lands. They claim they were attacked last night, so we will hear them first.” He says.

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 five of our wolves behind him. Great. I stare at him. “You brought a parade.” He grimaces. “I tried not to.” “You failed.” “They didn’t give me a choice.” The wolves behind him look tense but respectful. Heads slightly bowed. Eyes sharp. I step back and let them in. The room feels smaller instantly. “What is this,” I ask. Jason rubs the back of his neck. “Intervention?” I glare. One of the senior wolves, Marta, steps forward. She’s older. Gray at the temples. Strong as hell.

“Beneath your table, High Regent. How tidy.” Varyn rose in a single smooth motion. “You will not open it.” Serane cocked her head. “We already have.” The glass table crazed; the crack spread like a map of rivers to the Hall’s edges, then downward into the foundations, then—open. Cold air roared up, and with it, light, not witchfire-red nor Sanctum-gold but a winter-white threaded with ash. Kaelira’s mark burned so fiercely she bit her tongue and tasted blood. Taren’s knees buckled; she caught him.

Every scar, every wound—it only makes her shine brighter. “What is it, Arthur?” I ask, pushing open the door. My heart is racing. “Have you found something?” Arthur looks up from the old leather-bound book spread across the desk. His eyes are wide, a strange mix of excitement and uncertainty swimming in them. “Yes. A legend. A rare wolf... the Blood of All.” I frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Alyssa steps forward, folding her arms. “Yeah, what does that mean exactly?”

"Bloody Mary? As in the cocktail?" Sayna smirked. Naturally, she knew about the legend of Bloody Mary that was told before the cocktail, but she did not want to let slip a chance to diss Mary. Even if she was not given a beating, it was just a matter of time if Frank was not here.

She knew it was studying her, so she held her head up and proudly stared back. It was amusing. Amaryah, who was always so conscious about looks and appearance, is right here in a state. Her white clothes are dirtied with visible red spots on her sleeves because of her bleeding wrist a while ago. The little light spoke again, "You can only summon a scrap of our soul." Amaryah's expression contorted. She wanted to retaliate but it was true. The light then flickered when the little flame danced a bit with the soft wind it made when it moved, trying to look at itself.