Bloody Mary Urban Legend Novels & Stories

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.

"Have you heard?" I shook my head, intrigued. "Heard what?" He looked so serious, and I felt my curiosity bubbling up. "It's this legend about the most powerful shapeshifter in our town. They say she had a favorite day, a day when she could transform into anything she desired. It's celebrated every year, but no one really knows the truth behind it." Seb's eyes sparkled with excitement as he spoke, and I found myself hanging on to every word. Of course, Generosasis. I'd been here two months now; it was only natural that I'd adapted to calling the town by its proper name.

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.

Marybeth pointed out, adding quickly when she noticed the apprehension in Scarlett's eyes, "my father and Danica will be there as well. So you and Lewis don't have to feel out of place." "It's not that I'm worried about," Scarlett said as she snatched the card from the florist and read Austin's cheesy message, wishing Marybeth a happy second-week anniversary. "What's the problem?" Marybeth asked. "I mean, what will we do there? Would we have to drink blood or something?" Marybeth rolled her eyes, "they are criminals, not vampires! Why would you have to drink blood?" "Isn't that what all these secret organisations do?" "Again, they are criminals, not some secret organisation!" Marybeth lied a

"It's better this way. Except for our pack, I don't want anybody else to hear what I have to say. If someone spots the gathering, they'll think I'm hosting a party. There's nothing wrong about it." "Alright then. I will inform the pack. Is it okay with you if I ask some of the members to bring food? Maria's food is amazing; much better than your chef's. No offense." The door swings open wide, and Ana enters without knocking. That's not in her character. By her fast breathing and distress, it must be something serious. I raise an eyebrow and wait for her to speak. “The strigoi is gone! A window was open, and I think she jumped from there.”

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?

All he wanted was the best for her, he never wanted that smile to leave her lips. He promised to show her the world, which he did, foolishly so. Martha was a gentle woman on the outside but deep down she was fierce, that was what called him…lured him in and also blinded him from the truth. Until that fateful morning when she threw up blood on his clothes, her entire body went limp in his arms and he could hardly hear her breathe. She was dying… That was what the doctors told him. Said she had leukemia, said it came so suddenly that they didn’t notice on time despite her going to their hospital every month for a fucking check up!

He did not know what drug was in it. "What is this?" "I asked this from her," Mary slowly said and opened the bottle. She took out a small white pill from it. "Uncle Dean, do you know why my mom adopted me?" Dean wanted to say, "I don't care." Before he could say anything, Mary continued, "I was born color blind. When I was one, I was dumped in a garbage bin by my biological mother." Dean was speechless.

“She’s pretty.” “Oh, Trey fancies a girl. Trey fancies a girl.” Stepping away from the curtain, Mary didn’t want to hear anything more. Mate! Freezing, Mary glanced around her room. Over the summer she’d been hearing that word everywhere she went. Late at night she’d woken up after having nightmares of a wolf, intent on hurting her. She’d not even had a break from the word when she went to Italy. Mate!