Bloody Mary! Novels & Stories

a smooth, chilling voice sneered over the howling wind. Mary gasped in terror, drawing a tiny silver dagger from her belt as she scrambled to stand before me. But before she could raise the blade, Patrick stepped out of the dark rain, his broadsword dripping with fresh blood. With a casual, brutal flick of his wrist, he backhanded Mary across the face with his iron gauntlet. CRACK! Mary crumpled lifelessly onto the rocks, her skull fracturing against the stone. "Mary!" I rasped, my voice barely a whisper as I curled my body protectively around the two crying infants in my arms.

And the dining hall erupted in laughter. "Oh my god. Callum. What do I do with youuu". Stephen was laughing and Callum facepalmed. He called for trouble himself. ************* They were in their office. Free from today's schedule. Saint had prepared different glasses of blood. Callum sniffed all. They all had a faint whiff of Stephen blood. They all were enjoying their drinks, looking for the reaction. Callum took each glass. One by one. He would sniff and then take a sip.. He would cut down the taste with water. Then another. Finally he picked one. He took one sip and another and another. His eyes shone crimson as he licked his blood strained lips.

Tears streams down my cheeks as I watch what's happening. “No… No, Walter… No.” She drops down beside him. “You can't leave me here. Who is going to complain about my cooking? Stop it. Wake up! Wake up, Walter!” She shakes him violently, but he doesn't stir. He doesn't speak, just stays lifeless. Mary stands, clearly furious and heartbroken. “How could—” They also don't let her finish. Another gunshot erupts into the air. Mary falls to the floor, a pool of blood spreading from underneath her.

she asked, her voice weak, “what should we do now?” Louise immediately turned and looked at Naomi. “Gamma Naomi.” Naomi responded, “What should I do, Doctor?” “Call Lady Paige,” Louise said without hesitation. “We need to perform the transfusion immediately. Alpha won't last much longer.” *

Her gaze flickered at Ryan, confusion etched across her face. Realizing that there was someone else behind her, Mary swiftly withdrew the gun from her purse, her sinister intentions written across her face. Her eyes narrowed on Scarlet, and her finger twitched on the trigger. “I hope you rot in hell, Scarlet,” Mary muttered. Before Scarlet could fathom what was happening, there was a deafening gunshot in the air, and her body immediately fell to the ground.

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

“Excuse me.” “You—!” Mary looked like she was about to cough blood from rage. I turned with elegance and headed toward the café.

Anyway, the three of us stepped into a nearby tavern and immediately got welcomed by the stench of rum and the sweaty bodies of tens of men, all drinking and laughing like there was no tomorrow. With the drought going around the country and most of Europe, it was a surprise that these people could still be so merry. "Bartender," Nikolaus walked straight to the counter where a female bartender stood. "Get us your finest cups of... The usual." The female bartender raised her head the second those words came out of Nikolaus's mouth. The 'usual' he was talking about was nothing other than the bloody Mary, a drink served to vampires. The bartender seemed to be familiar with Nikolaus but that wasn

I mumbled to him, starting on the Bloody Mary before he could say anything else. Buffy chimed in with, "Coward." Yes, because risking him recognizing me was such a brilliant idea, I retorted in my thoughts. "So, what's your name?" he asked, noticing my lack of a name tag. Without thinking, I simply pointed at his drink. He chuckled, and I wished I had the strength to say that his laughter didn't send my stomach into chaos. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Mary," he said, finishing his drink. "Wow," he praised, "that's probably the best Bloody Mary I've had in a long time." The smile that followed was as breathtaking as his voice.

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.