Bloody Mary Lore Novels & Stories

Sonja was on her fifth bloody Mary before we decided to leave. We had given Reverie enough time with her boy toy and frankly, we were tired of waiting for her. Boredom was a strange thing when it came to soldiers. We needed more entertainment and harassing Reverie always turned out more fun than we had first anticipated.

Mary’s eyes kept closing, but she tried to stay awake. She said everything through our link. “It was so quiet, but I woke up and suddenly smelled blood. I tried to get away, but someone slit my throat before I could. They were quick and very well trained. Then they attacked my body. I fainted and when I woke up, they were gone. I hid in the shelter, I was scared they might come back. I was so weak, I kept losing consciousness. I heard them come back once and after that I blacked out again.” That must be when they brought the rogues bodies here. The whole thing was one big cover up. All to kill me.

Before the last person could finish, he was suddenly struck by a rock and fell off the twelfth floor of the building! "Not bad, kiddo! Come on, let me test your strength!" A long-haired woman leapt off the second floor, catwalking devilishly toward Frank as she brandished a butterfly knife. "You're out of luck, boy!" Someone catcalled from above. "That's Bloody Mary—not the cocktail, but a phantom who can engage hundreds effortlessly!" "That's an exaggeration. Should I lose against you, kid, do go easy!" Bloody Mary curtseyed at Frank, leaping toward him as she bowed, stabbing her butterfly knife at his throat.

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."

"It's a Bloody Mary, with extra vodka," "Oh, yeah, but all because I need my vegetable intake this week and bloody Mary is the healthiest cocktail. It has electrolytes, sodium, potassium, and Vitamin C, tomatoes also contain lycopene, which is high in antioxidants. In short, this drink is good for humans." She grinned, definitely had been consuming a glass or two before I got home. "You're playing cute aren't you?" "Am I? Oh no... wait, is that a bad thing?" She was suddenly worried. Yep, a little bit drunk for sure.

he suggested when Mariya couldn't voice what was in her mind. “Are you familiar with the Bloody Moon?” Mariya was panting, was it a good choice? What if she will to leave this place because of that question, if that was a curse terms in this place? Hwagu was shocked to heard the question. “Where do you encounter that words?” he asked, trying to collect himself. The term was so heavy and it shouldn't be taken lightly. He sighed, “It only happened once in a thousands years, and it called a Bloody Moon. However, it could neared at any moment during a hundred years when some folks who don't know too much about it asked for it to return and make a visit even for a moment. So where do you heard th

Mary said furiously. “What do you mean, Aunt Mary?” Oliver asked gently. “They did the same to me years ago!” Mary said looking at Oliver then looked at Mike who was holding his head down in shame and guilt, confirming what she was saying to be true. Then she turned towards Theodore, “And that time too, your father was the one who shot me. I had two silver bullets stuffed with wolfsbane in my system, all thanks to your late father!” Mary said angrily revealing the truth she was hiding in her chest for years.

She stumbled toward what remained of the main hall — and there, in the center of the broken floor, a sigil shone faintly beneath the dust. A spiral of moons. An ancient mark of power. Suddenly, pain seared across her left shoulder. Ava cried out, dropping to one knee, clutching the mark hidden beneath her skin. Marcus was at her side instantly, steadying her. “It’s your bloodline,” he said fiercely. “It’s answering. You’re waking up.” The sigil on the ground pulsed once — and for a heartbeat, Ava saw visions flash across her mind: Wolves howling under blood-red moons.

She would love to see him cook. Apart from being a good way to watch his ass, and feel good, it might be effective in keeping her from lunging at his neck for a sip of his blood. She didn’t think he would be able to retain his code of honor if that happened. According to Mary, drinking her mate’s blood would be erotic.

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?