Bloody Mary Tale Novels & Stories

They just couldn’t leave me alone could they, my demons. Squeezing my eyes shut, the recent nightmare came flooding back. Something bad had happened and I hadn’t been able to stop it. Bloom was lying in my arms. There was a hole in her belly like something had yanked our pup out of her, a pool of blood around her throat. She was dead. I shook her but there was no response. Her eyes were wide open and lifeless, and her skin was death-cold. Then I roared in anger and when I looked down again, it wasn’t Bloom anymore. It was Maria. Maria with an arrow deep in her chest like the day she died.

Yang Xiao stared at the lady in red and said indifferently. Bloody Mary, the name of the cocktail. This cocktail was mixed with vodka, tomato juice, lemon slices, andqin roots. The bright red Persian juice looked like blood, so it was named after it. ‘Blood Mary’ was the name of a ghost, and it originated from a legend. This wine was very popular in underground pubs, and it was also known as ‘Wine-so-drunk’.

Mary quickly finished the food by gulping it down her throat, that was kept besides her and just as she was searching for something to drink, a hand holding a bottle of water was stretched in front of her face, startling her. Only then did she realize that she was originally inside a dark room locked away. All the memories of that human maid being killed in front of her eyes with blood oozing around from her neck and splattering around started flashing in Mary's mind making her become scared and cover herself in a foetal position. Her eyes widened and she hugged her body on the ground, burying her face in her palms, trying to hide away.

So I grabbed my teddy bear and walked down the stairs. When I came into the kitchen, I didn't saw my daddy and my mommy standing there, arguing and fighting. I just saw my mommy laying on the floor in a puddle of blood. The red liquid was coming out of her belly and flooded around her. Her eyes were wide open and her brown hair had become red of her blood. I whispered her name and grabbed her hand as I knelt next to her. The tears were falling down my cheeks like a waterfall. Her blood was now on my white pajamas. My hands were painted with her blood as I tried to shake her awake.

Margaret said. Mary sighed. For years she has been trying to get this idea out of the young woman's mind, but it seems to be impossible. She's impossible. Living forever in the darkness, being held hostage of the night, it wasn't a pleasant thing. But Mary– she's not a pureblood vampire. She was transformed after her father, Julios Van Helsing, sold her to the blood-suckers. Her buyer wanted her to use her as a sex toy, but her human body couldn't take it, so he turned her and forced her to live in the darkness.

My hands subconsciously moved to my neck. "Alpha Damien, who was that? Why do I perceive your scent on her?" I ignored his comment as I had also caught my scent on her earlier. "Could she be your mate?" I threw a very harsh glare at Carlyle. "She's not my mate! My mate died years ago!!" "Yes, Alpha." Carlyle said as he bowed his head. I glared at him a few more seconds, then turned away and glared at the direction the trio just went. "I want every detailed Information about her."

The third time, warmth spilled across my lips and when I looked down, bright red blood stained my trembling hand. For a second, neither of us breathed. The color drained completely from Arden's face as he stared at the blood. His expression wasn't just frightened. It was devastated. "Elana," he whispered in a hoarse voice, already crossing the distance between us. I looked from the blood back to him, my vision beginning to blur. "What..." I breathed weakly. "What's... happening to me?”

The rich aroma of chamomile and honey curled through the air, mingling with the earthy scent of dried herbs hanging from the rafters. We settled at the scarred oak table, the mugs steaming between us, and I watched her take a sip, her hands cradling the warmth. “I’ve got bad news, Mary,” she said, her voice low, tinged with a weight that made my chest tighten. I leaned forward, curiosity prickling at me. “What happened, child?” She set the mug down, her fingers lingering on its edge as if steadying herself. “The story about the Capris coven—how did you learn it?”

he warned. Day Two: Achi lost consciousness during training. When he woke, his eyes were pitch black, and his voice echoed like two beings speaking at once. “He’s merging,” Marcus whispered. “With what?” Ava asked. He didn’t answer. Day Three: Ava saw her mother again—this time not in a vision, but in a dream too vivid to be false. “When the Blood Moon rises, you will either become her… or end everything,” her mother said before fading into mist.

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.