Novel & Cerita Bloody Mary Urban Legend

A few brave men immediately rushed to the doors and blocked them. “That’s right, we can’t let them escape!” “They’re evil! How can they simply stab anyone with an infected needle? They’re basically harming innocent people!” The hall suddenly lit up. Mary was finally frantic. She looked at the angry and fearful gazes around her and hugged Charlie. “What are you doing? Why are you targeting us? “It isn’t AIDS! That’s just red ink!” She yelled and explained, but her voice was already trembling. I glared at her coldly as though I was staring at a dead person.

I knew his words were true. The Old World Neratomay didn't trust American vampires. Yep, even in the vampire world America didn't always get respect. They thought we were young and troublesome with our high profile vampire wars and continuing battles. Wars like those between the Bloods and the Crips were actually two rival vampire factions. And of course there were those hits on notorious and high profile human blood donors who didn't die from their impossible wounds. One such case was where a famous rapper had been shot several times and still lived. That incident was heard by an Elder level tribunal, and the rapper was forced to give up his fame and live in the underground where he still t

Mary’s eyes kept closing, but she tried to stay awake. She said everything through our link. “It was so quiet, but I woke up and suddenly smelled blood. I tried to get away, but someone slit my throat before I could. They were quick and very well trained. Then they attacked my body. I fainted and when I woke up, they were gone. I hid in the shelter, I was scared they might come back. I was so weak, I kept losing consciousness. I heard them come back once and after that I blacked out again.” That must be when they brought the rogues bodies here. The whole thing was one big cover up. All to kill me.

The memory of sunlight warming my skin was a faded echo. Perhaps its roots back to my early days, but my memories of it were say at least, a blur now. I remember living my life under the pillars of the Valentin castles and the comforting embrace of the moonlight every night. Even though I have not witnessed one vampire wither or burn under the sun in person, I was taught that it was forbidden. I have never eaten a human, though I heard stories from the others. Unlike them, the thought of human blood repulsed me. Animal meat and blood were more than enough sustenance for me. A fact that often drew curious stares and furrowed brows from certain family members who had heard of it. I remember Pr

"Bloody Mary? As in the cocktail?" Sayna smirked. Naturally, she knew about the legend of Bloody Mary that was told before the cocktail, but she did not want to let slip a chance to diss Mary. Even if she was not given a beating, it was just a matter of time if Frank was not here.

I try to listen to the Gothic horror lecture taking place but I'm distracted by lavender and lemons. When shifters came out over a decade ago it was found that certain humans held the shifter gene. It lies dormant until they find their mate. Before most wolves would go their entire life without finding their fated mates but that changed when we integrated with the humans. Now the likelihood of finding your mate has risen a whole fifty percent. Our numbers are growing exponentially and things have been going smoothly so far. The bell rings and as I go to stand up the girls Infront of me dart out the classroom quick.

Angel-blood’s are rare, but there are more like me, with trace amounts of magic, then those like the Noble’s, who are almost all powerful. Mary startles. "You told him you are Angel-blooded?" "No, of course not. He said he saw it in my eyes." I touch my face, wondering if it's obvious. Mary never guessed it when we first met, and no one else has since. Mary scrunches her nose up. "What a creep." A firm knock on the apartment door has both of us flinching. Mary and I both exchange glances before she gets to her feet, making toward the door, but I step in front of her, blocking her.

But now I’m beginning to think it’s not the men I should be wary of, but these freaking little girls. I know now that the case of expensive liquor I’d delivered to that address in Malibu was tainted because someone had died, so obviously, they’d set me up to take out the Mary woman as well, though they didn’t come right out and ask. My own kid got blood on her mother’s hands.

Mary remarked. Gale nodded in agreement. "All right." Mary then hesitated before speaking further. Gale encouraged her. "Tell me, Mom. I overheard you mentioning Natalie earlier." Mary reclined slightly on her hospital bed and let out a long sigh. "Recently, I keep having dreams about Natalie. In some dreams, she stands before me, covered in blood with a pale face. In others, she kneels before me, sobbing. And then, there are times when she's a child again, boasting about getting perfect scores," Mary shared, her face filled with concern.

She turned towards the bar, trying to ignore the feeling of eyes penetrating her back. Mary circled round to Summer "You heard the latest from here? The reason why Jake wants to come here so much?" Summer looked at her perplexed "No ... what?" Summer responded "Just some really weird shit happening in this place. I have no idea why we are in this backwater. Could of gone into the city but we are here. So weird" Summer looked at Mary who staring directly at her. "What weird stuff?" "Locals said about screams in the night, dark shadows in their houses... just the most randow weird shit"