Novelas y relatos de Bloody Mary!

KNOX’S POV I smell the blood before she comes out of the bathroom. One drop. Less than a drop. But I smell it, and underneath the blood I smell Mara – her fury and her desperation and her half-bond agony coating Ivy’s skin like a second layer of perfume that makes my vision go gold so fast the bartender takes a step backward.

Just as Mario looked away for a second, she flicked her finger and stung him with a needle. "What the?" he remarked as he felt the sting. "That should knock you out any second now," Mary said. "You should have just accepted the sex. At least, you'd have died knowing that the last thing you got to do was fuck a beauty like me." Mario staggered as she smirked. Then he fell to the ground. "Target secured. Send the boys," Mary said as she made a call.

--- Dinner was… an experience. The menu consisted of dishes that looked normal enough—roasted meats, glazed vegetables—but every goblet at the table was filled with blood. I stuck to water. Which, by the way, made me the only person in the room not drinking blood, and I could feel the curious stares from the other guests.

Danny told everyone that I’m on my period so now they’re calling me Bloody Mary. “I have to drive home at some point,” I remind him, but he scoffs like that’s not a good enough reason and he takes me to the kitchen with my parents and my aunts. And the alcohol, “Hey guys… Uncle Niall is forcing me to drink.” “Yeah, I’ll make her a bloody mary to celebrate the gift of womenhood,” he states, grabbing a glass and a bottle of vodka. I roll my eyes and decide to walk to my mom.

I said, approaching to help her clean up. She wiped her face, looked at her fingers, seeing they were stained with red, and just shrugged. "Well, this isn't the first time," Maryna wiped her face and gave Jayden a mocking smile before continuing. "And it won't be the last. Today it was some jerk blood, tomorrow it will be Hanna's blood. Actually, maybe even today, since we're going to Mix," she said, looking at her nails. "Maryna, you promised!" Jayden scolded her, and she smiled while making a halo gesture above her head with her finger.

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!

"I'm not trying to keep you from going outside. I am keeping you from it." You and what army? Nearly slipped out of my mouth, but I didn't want a fight. Even if I did, I had a feeling she could take me down easily. "My name's not Barbie, it's Lydia. Lydia Martinez." "Don't want to know, don't care. Listen here doll, I'm not supposed to leave you here alone." "Says who?" "Says the alpha." "And who's this alpha guy? I don't see him anywhere." "It's alpha Damien. He warned me while you were tucked in bed. Said they should be back in a couple of hours."

I spin around, ready to rip the head off whoever dared to make such a sound. A small woman, dressed in a once-white shirt—now just a tattered, blood-stained rag—staggers toward me. Her mouth hangs open in a muted scream, her eyes wide. She throws a mean punch with that tiny fist, her face emotionless, expressionless, full of blood. I let her take the shot. She totters to one side before she can land the hit, and I catch her in time. “You’re alright. I got you.” I smile to comfort her. “You’re safe now.”

I already know that she's peppered with them all over her body. "So everyone will obviously know before lunch." I say my hands brushing up her arms. She flinches slightly at the contact. "Give me a good reason not to kill that son of a bitch." It's a growl and she shifts uncomfortably and I sit up so my eyes are level with hers. They're completely green now her wolf retreated for now. "I've got it handled." She says quietly no longer looking in my eyes. "It only happens when he drinks too much but doesn't pass out. I was also late getting home yesterday so-"

"Happy birthday, Sapphira!" "Oh, thank you, El. You shouldn't have!" Sapphira blushed as her closest friend bounced over with a silver-wrapped parcel and the most obnoxious hot pink balloons. "Don't be silly. You're only 18 once, Sapph!" She winked, flicking her brown curls over her shoulder.