Bloody Mary! Novels & Stories

For the first time, all three sides of her screamed in unison: Fight. Damien shifted mid-stride, his massive black wolf slamming into a rogue, snapping its neck with brutal efficiency. Felix blurred past, faster than sight, sinking his fangs into a feral vampire’s throat, tearing it open in a spray of ash. “Maya!” Naomi’s voice rang out as she struggled to keep a rogue wolf away from her mate. Maya’s instincts surged. She let go. Her body twisted, bones snapping, fur bursting forth as Aurora—the great white wolf with ice-blue eyes—took

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.

This time, I’ll make sure things go my way. Sitting in the bar across the seat from City Center, I move around eggs on a plate that I only ordered so that it doesn't look like I was drinking vodka for breakfast. Stirring the Bloody Mary, I imagine its tomato juice is a red substance much more satisfying to sample. I can almost taste Apple's blood on my tongue as I take another sip of my drink. "Luna," a mousy-looking she-wolf drops to her knees beside my table, drawing the attention of the table next to me. "I'm sorry I am late I..."

Chapter 48 "One shot of bloody Mary, please!" A lady, obviously drunk, yelled over the blaring music. "Coming right up!" The male bartender yelled back in reply and soon he was making the mixture. A spurt of vodka and a blob of spicy tomato juice. When he was done, he slid it over the counter towards the drunk lady who grabbed the small cup immediately. "Thank you!" She emptied the contents in the cup in one gulp and placed the cup on the counter with a thud. The bartender shook his head and returned to his business.

I pushed myself off the door frame and took a step toward him. "So, is this what you do to your victims?” I pressed. “You put them under your control and then kill them? Well, Darick, you can shove that stupid blood oath up your ass and go to hell! You are barbaric.” This clearly made him angry. Good. He deserved to feel half of what I was. "You don't know what you're talking about. You know nothing about me," he growled. "I know you are the leader of the Blood Brother's mafia, a gang of vampires, and I now understand why you're called Darick the Bloodthirsty," I replied, pointing to the bite mark on my neck.

But I just could not help it any longer, being face to face with a wolf had everything flooding into my brain, and I wanted to scream my lungs out. Blood. It was blood that I saw. My parents' blood, spilled on the wooden floor around their heads. I saw their lifeless eyes and still bodies, and wounded faces. I saw my eleven year old self crying and screaming for them to wake up and look at me again, to call me their baby again. But that did not happen, it never happened. And I saw the people that had done that to them, their smug faces and crooked smirks, their hands stained with the blood of my parents, and the set of tattoos on one of their forearms.

"I just wish it tastes good as how it looks good." I chuckle. "Aren't you gonna endorse to me your drink before I take a sip from it?" "Well..." He smiles away. "That's a cocktail containing vodka, tomato juice, and combinations of other spices and flavorings. And did you know?" My lips begin to smile wider. "Bloody Mary has been called the world's most complex cocktail." He added. Suddenly he extended to me me three Tabasco, "To spice up your Bloody Mary." I take it with my hand. "I think you've sold your drink pretty well."

Mary said and slit her throat before Eleanor could stop her. Mary fell on the floor, her blood spilling everywhere including Eleanor's dress which was wine. "What the fuck!" Eleanor rushed to use her hand to stop the blood on her neck but she couldn't. Mary struggled on the ground, managing to get the knife in Eleanor's hands. It didn't take long before Eleanor started crying.

Mara bowed her head in shame. "By the taste, blood group o has a bland taste, A has a smooth taste, B has a longer Fuller taste, AB is the fullest in flavor, but be careful of those with HIV to prevent VIV (vampire immuno deficiency virus)"Zane said as he walks out of the crowd, "that should answer it, miss Ruby. Let's not mock Mara." "That's nice Zane. Her dumbness is the reason for her being infamous. She'll never make it out of Vamville school. She'll keep repeating this same course."Ruby said angrily.

I halt as unease crushes me from the inside out. Brie’s bassinet is empty. A crimson stain… blood. There’s a trail of blood leading from the bassinet to the window where–where the balcony is– Mom’s powers burst to life as she shoves me behind her. Mary is lying lifeless on the balcony, Brie’s blanket clutched in her arms.