Bloody Mary Lore Novels & Stories

He rides half a pace behind me, a deliberate breach of protocol that I allow for the comfort it brings. The deeper we ride, the thicker the air grows. Smoke from last week’s parade still clings to the eaves, mingling with the hot-animal stink of bodies packed close for the spectacle. The banners here are less dignified: some hand-painted, many patched from the rags of old campaign standards. I recognize one—a sunburst sigil defaced with a red X. The mark of the Wound, painted by those who lost family to the border. I wonder if they would spit at my boots if not for the ring of royal guard at my back.

bharuth_writes_official Prologue It has been twenty-four years since Dominic and Athena Thunders lost their first born and only daughter to an overlooked enemy, from the rogue pack they defeated, then known as the Night Crawlers. Since then, Athena and Dominic had three sons all handsome, but they longed for their sister to be found alive or dead; their parents needed closure. Athena and Dominic lead Blood Moon to every victory and every loss; their love burned bright despite the loss of their daughter Zephyra; they searched everywhere in the hopes that they would find their lost daughter and bring her home… but have they searched everywhere?

"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-"

“Blood, Word, Breath. Break any and the stair erases your ascent.” Taren swallowed. “What happens if the stair erases us?” “You forget up,” the figure said, almost kindly. “Some prefer that.” They descended. ⸻ The chamber of Blood was small, round, plain. A bowl cut into the floor collected melt from the ceiling in slow, patient drops. A wafer of ice rested on a plinth beside it. Three channels had been carved there: two whole, one shallow. Kaelira’s wolf paced. Teeth and ritual, Ardyn said, unimpressed. Pick one.

he boasted forgetting himself until Jared sent a skinned deer leg his way, it hit him hard on the head Groaning in pain, he ran away from them in pursuit of clean water to clean up the bloody slab Mary ran after him but stopped and faced the real culprit, who had returned to his task and was now removing whatever hair was left “He was trying to tell me something, isn’t it? And I don’t believe the fact that you got all this blood on you from killing just these two deer’s, just how much blood is in a deer? The bloodstains on your clothes smell like humans Jared? Are you truly a killing beast like they say?” Mary asked fearfully her face ashen

Margaret said. Mary sighed. For years she has been trying to get this idea out of the young woman's mind, but it seems to be impossible. She's impossible. Living forever in the darkness, being held hostage of the night, it wasn't a pleasant thing. But Mary– she's not a pureblood vampire. She was transformed after her father, Julios Van Helsing, sold her to the blood-suckers. Her buyer wanted her to use her as a sex toy, but her human body couldn't take it, so he turned her and forced her to live in the darkness.

“What are you talking about? What is this myth and what is happening to her? Tell me now” I shout at him as I start to lose the little bit of control I had. “She is turning” he all he replies. “How she was bitten in the leg,” I say as me and Mary exchanges glance thinking that Tom has lost his mind. “Did she kill someone?” he asks with a questing look. “Yes, she killed the rouge that attacked her,” I say not knowing why that was important to what he was saying regarding the myth thing.

Lulu’s blood reacted with the Cythium, glowing a steady, deep crimson. I was certain of the path I’d chosen. In the end, Mary Ann could only nod in reluctant agreement—for her daughter’s sake. We weren’t just saving her from a prophecy of death. We were creating a predator for the predators. ** By the third week, Mary Ann began digging through forbidden archives in Lorkgard’s private library wing. She searched for records of anyone who had survived an encounter with a Dark Sorcerer. While I focused on formulas and reactions, she chased the grim truth behind the title Shadow Sorcerer.

" Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand. I used that time to take in what she said, the story my uncle told me was different from hers. In his, Genesis was a scorned woman and in my professor's, Asiuta, her sister was the villain and the cause of the disaster because she was obsessed with Dordin—which simply means Dordin was innocent, he was a victim of circumstance.

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!