Bloody Mary Tale Novels & Stories

He drives with steady hands, knowing exactly what he is doing. His heart doesn’t race in worry. His stomach doesn’t twist with dread. Because he has seen this coming. Mary has been plotting against him for months—scheming, manipulating, even conspiring with Henry to have him and Dawn eliminated for money. And now, the tables have turned. By the time he arrives at the house, the scene before him is exactly as he expects. Blood. Everywhere. The scent of iron fills the air, thick and suffocating. The once-pristine dining area is a wreck—shattered glass on the floor, broken furniture, overturned chairs. The walls bear streaks of red, evidence of the struggle that has taken place.

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!”

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.

Only one name ripped itself from my throat, a slow, gravelly snarl that tasted of acid and betrayal: "Mary!" ​A sudden, hot ribbon of tears, sharp and scalding, broke free and carved a burning track down my temple. She had drugged me. Drugged Bryan. All for that insignificant piece of brass. She did it to help, to free my wife, to give her the chance for her own freedom. And now... ​My eyes snapped back to the horrific sight. She lay there, crumpled and utterly still, her once vibrant clothes soaked dark in a deepening pool of her own blood. The air was thick with the faint, metallic scent of it.

Bloody Mary Mary knew that the bodies had been stacking up as a lazy tech pushed it toward the elevator. She could tell by the look of indifference on his face where he was going. The sound of popping gum echoed the hallway as she walked unnoticed as she headed toward the stairs. Stopping at the morgue door and with a shiver, Mary slid through the door quietly and stood in the shadows waiting for the drop off the dead body.

Dharna saw Mary standing beside her cubicle lost in her own fairyland. She tiptoed towards her. Mary who is a wolf and can easily recognize her footsteps coming towards her was so lost in her world that she did not notice when Dharna reached to her and whispered. “So how's your day with your mate?” it startled Mary. She turned around only to see Dharna grinning at her from ear to ear. Mary blushed and spoke shyly. “What are you talking about?” Although she had denied it but her blushing cheeks told her that they must have done something beyond.

“He’s the bartender from the previous club where I loved partying. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in bartenders.” Soon enough, the bartender brought their drinks and placed the glasses before them. Anna stared at the contents of the drink, wondering what on earth it was. She’d never seen it before. “What the hell is this?” “Bloody Mary.” “Weird name. What is that?” “A drink. You’re going to love it. You see this place, you better come here often and get a membership. I have a feeling that this place is going to soon get more crowded than it already is. Come closer I’ll tell you something.”

Mary murmured, but her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. Nyxoria stepped closer, her heart hammering in her chest. "Mary, if you truly had no choice, you should have told me. I trusted you so much. Why would you—" "I am sorry, Nyxoria," Mary cut in, her voice barely above a whisper. "I had no other option… I was forced to do this to you, to betray you. If you can forgive me in your heart one day, I will be happy." Before anyone could react, Mary suddenly began choking. Blood spilled from her lips, staining her dress as her body convulsed violently. Within moments, she collapsed to the ground, completely still.

Xavi asked, snapping me from my thoughts. I glanced at him and with my lips pursed, “Let’s go,” I murmured as I climbed into the carriage. It was not truly my business, and the last thing I wanted was to be entangled in this mess. The ride jolted with bumps, but suddenly something swirled into my nostrils, a sharp, metallic, unmistakable smell, like blood. My eyes darted over my body, yet I was not injured, so where was this coming from?

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.