Bloody Mary! Novels & Stories

Daemon doesn’t even pretend—he smirks, leaning back comfortably. Darius looks like he wants to flip the table over. Mary narrows her eyes at them. “I swear upon the goddess,” she mutters, “if one more of you draws blood over Rain, I will personally knock your heads together. Do you hear me?” “Mary,” Draven begins, “with respect—” “No,” she snaps, pointing a spoon at him. “Not a single word unless you want it smacked into the back of your skull.” Storm howls with laughter inside my mind.

Apparently, he was seated in the shadows. “Why are you here?” She asked, suddenly wide awake. She heard a clicking sound and the bulbs came up, the unexpected brightness momentarily blinding Rosy. While she was still trying to recover from the sudden glare of the lights overhead, Sergio's got up and placed two items beside her. Her eyes now adjusted to the brilliance of the room, she looked down and saw a military knife, much like the one he had used in slashing her wrist and uncocked gun. He knows and he is here to kill me. He wants me to choose which weaon to use.

Pain shoots up my arm, and I wince. “You’re hurting me,” I whimper as tears sting my eyes. And here I thought there were no more tears left to cry. “Why did he drag you away? Did you mess up the wine?” she hisses. “N-no,” I stammer, my heart pounding in my chest. It threatens to burst through my ribcage. Macy is a terror—for lack of a better word. She is feared amongst the Omegas. Born a beta, and mated to one. She comes from a strong line of warriors, and she makes sure we know.

"What?" "Don't hurt Tara. I still need her." I hung up without explaining further. If Ethan was smart enough, he would soon find the clues I left behind. Once he did, that was when the real show would begin. Tara was stashed in an abandoned warehouse. When I arrived, Amber Shaw was there loudly hurling insults at her. She called Tara a homewrecker, a shameless tramp, and worse. Tara was tied to a chair and her pale face was flushed red. When she saw me enter, she glared daggers at me.

I stared bewildered at how far she was willing to drag this on. “Calm down ma'am,” Tommy said, as he made an attempt to walk towards her, my eyes were on Tommy for the moment. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I heard a loud scream, I turned around to look where the voice came from but there was Maria dropping down to the ground with blood gushing out of her throat……

We were intimately positioned, and if my life were an erotic novel, Jackson would’ve eased the skirt of my gown up and— “Are you okay, Imani?” Mary asked, bursting my erotic daydream bubble. “I’m fine.” “Are you sure? You look a little feverish,” she said, pressing her palm against my hand. “You never told me the name of that vampire soap opera you can’t seem to get enough of,” I said, hoping to distract her. I relaxed when I realized it worked moments later when she dragged me through the house. “It’s called Bleed With Me. You’ll love it!”

She instructed and then began the chant. I concentrated on her sweet blood. It was easy to pull it forward she was the only wolf's blood I’ve had in a few centuries. I used the need to burn my throat to coax her to me. The altar began to shine a deep red. Getting my hopes up, I tried to draw her to me. Natalia’s chanting grew louder and more forceful. The light swirled like a tornado while the lights grew in intensity. It abruptly stopped causing dots to cloud my vision. I blink them away trying to see the alter again. I finally get my vision back and the altar was empty. Again!

Then I regained courage and rushed back to the mansion. As I arrived, I saw Mary on the floor, bleeding. I screamed and rushed to her side. She had been shot in her lower abdomen and was bleeding profusely. She was lifeless, as I couldn't hear her heartbeat. I dug my teeth into her elbow and injected my venom into her bloodstream. She still didn't wake up, and she was dead already. Solomon came to my side and placed a hand on my shoulder. I stood up quickly and turned to face him. He could see the pain in the tears that washed my cheeks.

He said nothing, his irritation was already evident to me as he shifted his gaze around the room. “Aryan! Didn’t expect to see you there!” Just then, a man approached us, and Aryan subtly positioned himself to block the stranger's view of me. “I had some business to attend.” Their conversation flowed, but I paid little attention. The real excitement was in the drinks that had just arrived. The Bloody Mary drink was a sight to behold – vibrant red with a rim of salt and a stalk of celery sticking out.

“What can I get you, sir?” “I’ll take a Bloody Mary.” The bartender grabs a glass and some of the bottles that are nearby and starts the drink. Like the drop of a hat something comes over me. “You know what,” I slide the tray fully back onto the counter, “I will take a drink. Surprise me; just make sure it’s strong.” My head jerks in Maxwell’s direction, “And I have a feeling that he would love his drink to be extra bloody and maybe a Victoria instead of a Mary. Marys seem too uptight,” I interrupt. What kind of vampire can drink Bloody Marys anyways? Is the bartender in on his secret and he adds a little something extra to it when no one’s looking?