Bloody Mary Lore Novels & Stories

Mary murmured, but her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. Nyxoria stepped closer, her heart hammering in her chest. "Mary, if you truly had no choice, you should have told me. I trusted you so much. Why would you—" "I am sorry, Nyxoria," Mary cut in, her voice barely above a whisper. "I had no other option… I was forced to do this to you, to betray you. If you can forgive me in your heart one day, I will be happy." Before anyone could react, Mary suddenly began choking. Blood spilled from her lips, staining her dress as her body convulsed violently. Within moments, she collapsed to the ground, completely still.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

I had completely forgotten about Jason asking me to come to his football game, and thinking about it, that was the only way to thank him. Right after the lecture, I was hurrying out of the class. However, right as I made a move out of the door, Virginia, a girl who usually sat close to me or at least near me held on to my hand, stopping me. She had huge round red rimmed glasses, and if that wasn't nerdy enough, she was the shortest girl I'd ever met, reaching just around my chest. She had straight brown shoulder length hair that looked like and actually matched her boring exterior, and her eyes...even her brown eyes were dull.

Then I regained courage and rushed back to the mansion. As I arrived, I saw Mary on the floor, bleeding. I screamed and rushed to her side. She had been shot in her lower abdomen and was bleeding profusely. She was lifeless, as I couldn't hear her heartbeat. I dug my teeth into her elbow and injected my venom into her bloodstream. She still didn't wake up, and she was dead already. Solomon came to my side and placed a hand on my shoulder. I stood up quickly and turned to face him. He could see the pain in the tears that washed my cheeks.

They should drink as much as they can to produce good eggs for next year. The harvest for vampire moths wasn’t too bad this time, with four out of the ten virgin applicants becoming hosts. However, Mary was the only Blood Type A host that they had this year. There was on blood type B and two blood type O virgins who became hosts, with the largest batch of vampire moths reaching twenty-six. The first vampire moth wriggled out of Mary’s mouth, squeezing past its siblings from her throat and crawled on the floor clumsily while spreading its wings.

By the time a strangler vine has rooted down on the ground and can survive independently, it has already strangled and killed its host DEVIL SMILE (attack type) is a soul-sucking sentient plant. It has pristine white buds of a flower. It only blooms by the presence of breath. Whoever saw the blooming of its flower will have its soul trap for the plant's nourishment. ACHILLEA (medicinal type) is a towering grass as tall as an adult man with white spots and can be used in stopping blood flow from wounds. BLOODY MARY TREE (weapon type) is a weeping tree that activates every full moon. Its red sap was akin to a tear, and so it was named that way. Its red sap resembles an amber and can be used as

“Make a body cold, pale, and easily tired.” “I have never heard of it.” “Apparently it happens to female slaves and prisoners fairly often,” Lia said. “Mary, our clan healer, says if a woman eats no meat her blood will get low because we shed blood with our courses but don’t get enough from meat to sustain the fluid in our body. She said I must eat plenty of meat, sluberkens or marrow quince and that sort of thing to build up my blood. They say walking about outside or even up and down the stairs to keep the blood moving is a good idea too. The emissary said to use leeches to fix it, but both Mary and the Stuart healer said not to. They said the problem is that my blood is low, not that I ha

“He’s the bartender from the previous club where I loved partying. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in bartenders.” Soon enough, the bartender brought their drinks and placed the glasses before them. Anna stared at the contents of the drink, wondering what on earth it was. She’d never seen it before. “What the hell is this?” “Bloody Mary.” “Weird name. What is that?” “A drink. You’re going to love it. You see this place, you better come here often and get a membership. I have a feeling that this place is going to soon get more crowded than it already is. Come closer I’ll tell you something.”

The next day, my body felt weightless. The stomach pain that had been driving me insane was gone. I looked down and saw a body lying on the floor with a purple and blue face, as well as white foam and dark red blood crusted at the corners of the mouth. That was me. That was Layla Lloyd, as dead as a doornail. I floated in midair, staring at my own stiff corpse. It looked almost like a stranger. Now, the girl who had always kept her head down would never have to bow to anybody again.

The stench of blubber and blood clung to everything, sharp and metallic, like a butcher’s knife left to rust. Mara shoved a clay cup into my hands, her scarred lips curled in a challenge. “Drink. You’ll need your strength.” The liquid inside was black, thick as congealed blood. It reeked of burnt herbs and rot. I hesitated, the cup freezing against my palms. Vorath stirred, its voice a serpent’s hiss. Danger. Poison. “Afraid?” Mara raised an eyebrow. “Of you?” I snorted. “You’re not that interesting.”