Bloody Mary Tale Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath and resisted the urge to turn around. I had the urge in my thoughts to tell me to speak to him. I pulled back, wondering if I could recognize the face I was seeing. I have probably met the particular physical being I'm seeing right now. Carefully, remembering that drilled into my head, even trying to recall all past events that had happened in my life. Nearly anxious, I turned to the right, and rapidly I opened my mouth.” “Do I know you before” I said. He was surprised by the question I asked. He kept quiet, and after a few seconds he said, are you ‘Mary’.

He raised his gun, his finger pulling the trigger repeatedly. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three gunshots rang out, tearing through the silent space. Flashes of gunfire sparked in the darkness, carrying deathly bullets that tore through the wind. However, neither Mary nor Edric were ordinary people. With the instincts of a ruthless mafia member who had experienced countless life-and-death battles, Mary leaned her body and took a long diagonal step. Her tattered evening gown flew up, creating a blurred shadow in the air as she spectacularly dodged close to the ground.

“It keeps the ghosts away.” Downstairs, the inn filled with the low rumble of conversation. When they went to eat, eyes followed them—some curious, some fearful, most unreadable. News had clearly outrun them. Whispers curled through the room like smoke: the witch of the Black Moon, the swordsman who bled for her, the ones who closed the sky. A young boy darted forward and set two bowls of stew on their table. “Innkeeper says this one’s on the house,” he said quickly, then added, “for saving the dawn.” He fled before they could answer.

Streetlights formed long streaks of light that drifted slowly past the window. Abigail leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes for a moment—just a few seconds. She wanted to rest, but her mind never truly stopped, even during such a brief pause. In the end, she opened her eyes just as the car stopped at a red light. Warrick broke the silence. “I've just received news from the Palace, Lady.” Abigail turned slightly, lifting one brow faintly. “What news?” Warrick replied, glancing at Abigail in the rear-view mirror. “Today, Lady Paige donated her blood for Alpha again.”

Rather he and his men saved her. Bright light flooded the room and Rosy pulled the duvet down to see a very furious Sergio glaring down at her. “What happened? Who was that?” She stammered at him. Instead of answering, he withdrew a military knife from his waistband. Still staring hard at Rosy, he slid it across his palm and Rosy gasped in terror. She tried scrambling away from him but he was faster. He caught her by wrist and in one swift motion sliced her palm, droplets of her blood ruining the bed covers.

*** “This is your mate?” Mary’s eyes ran over Ryan. “Clearly a man but also clearly pregnant. What is freakier than that?” She drawled. “A pack full of freaks.” Mary began to laugh. “If I stay here for long, I might become a donkey or something. “Mary?” Sally gasped just as everyone began to chuckle. A donkey stood where Mary stood a second earlier.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Maybe it wasn't too late to save him. I was frozen on the spot and Alex took a small knife from the woman and then guided me closer to the chalice. “The blood ritual will now begin. If the blood dances with each other, it is confirmed that Alexander Hudson and Beatrice Madden are blood mates and Alexander can officially announce Beatrice as his blood mate. Does the blood reject each other, Alexander is unable to announce Beatrice as his blood mate. He will have to wait until the end of the night to then announce her as his chosen mate, as long as she is not claimed by another. Will she be claimed by another, a challenge for her will begin.” The woman concluded and I looked at her.

Mia wasn't someone to give up unless this was a trap. "For the last time. Are you coming with me?" She asked, and that that moment when I shook my head, I heard a female voice, then another male voice. "Mary no!" The ml voice shouted, making me turn to see that Mary was close to me. She was bleeding through her mouth, and her stomach because she was shot by a silver gun by Mia who pulled the trigger so fast it was almost invisible. "Mary!!!" I yelled, crouching down to her level. She was still smelling despite her dying.