Bloody Mary Lore Novels & Stories

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.

My body surged, heat crept into my soul, my eyes felt too heavy, so heavy that the darkness was close like a second skin. Just as I was about to slip into the slumber I probably wouldn't wake up from, my ears caught her last words. “Love becomes farther, thou art cursed by desire rather, if the curse remains undone, you shall face death on the 16th full moon from this day!” The voice sank with me as the darkness slowly consumed me. “Morveth no…” *** I didn't know how long I was unconscious. The chattering and the sound of a bell being rung jolted my body awake.

My headache has faded into the background as an uncontrollable wrath overtakes me. I march outside the room, through the corridor, and down the stairs. They all look at me, and I’m not ashamed of my nakedness. They’ve all seen me during the full moon shifts. I throw the bloodied sheet from the top of the last flight of stairs. It settles neatly at their feet as I snarl. "Here’s your proof! I hope you're pleased. I, for one, am appalled. Things like this used to happen in medieval times, not now."

CHAPTER 181 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ “And that is the actual reason I and my parents were banished from Forgotten. It's the same reason I still lose my mind when I see blood,” Mary said. She had woken up from her deep slumber and was now sitting at the dining table with Anaya, waiting for Edith to serve dinner. “So, the source of the powerful aura that surrounds you every time you see blood is an abyss demon that's always with you?” Anaya asked.

Once he ascertained she was okay, he began. "Can you please tell this honorable court your name" "Martha. Martha Cross", she rasped. "Miss or Mrs" "Miss, recently divorced" "Your profession?", Carl asked "I'm a waitress at the lopotoma restaurant" "Miss Cross, would you be kind enough to look around this courtroom and tell us whether you know anyone here?" Her eyes scanned the crowd hauntingly as she took in every face. She did this for about a minute until her sunken eyes finally landed on me. She raised a thin finger at me as her mouth muttered incomprehensible words.

He casts a fair-warning glance particularly at Arthur. I figure at this point we’re past the disgust of ingredients. Then Robert goes to sit on the couch across from Arthur and appears to be examining him. “And we really haven’t that much time.” It was after that comment an uneasy feeling settles in the pit of my stomach. I don’t think Robert is just referring to the ingredients, but the task behind them. “Garlic cloves, quart dust from a soul stone, vampire blood, and spit from a head vampire at the Council of Bloody Hollow.” Robert lists of the ingredients, each one sounding odder than the last.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.