Bloody Mary Urban Legend Novels & Stories

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.

"I'm looking for information about the town's history, particularly anything unusual or supernatural." She peered at me over her glasses, her eyes narrowing. "You're not the first one to come asking about that, you know. There's an old legend that's been passed down through generations. Some say it's just a tale, but others believe there's truth to it." My curiosity piqued, and I leaned closer, eager for any tidbit of information. "What legend?" "The legend of the Silverwood Curse," she whispered, her voice tinged with a mixture of caution and excitement. "It's said that those afflicted by the curse turn into vicious beasts under the light of the full moon. They become... werewolves."

When Mary thought of this, she quickly dialed a number on her phone that she saved as ‘Bloody Hacker’. After informing that person about what happened between Stanley and Xyla, she asked that person to find a way to spread the news using Linda’s name… The person immediately agreed. Mary wanted to make a huge deal out of the matter. After that, she’d induce a conflict in the Batton family! She didn’t want Xyla to live well! If these women didn’t dare to say it out loud, Mary would! The hacker Mary found this time was competent. Moreover, Linda’s name would be used to spread the news. There was no way this could be linked to Mary.

*** “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.

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

"You predicted my future? Tell me it's all lies! It's your trickery!" Ruby's shoulders slumped. She steadily stepped forward, thrusting out her pulse. "Well... I'm just doing you a favor by giving you a little warning. But if you have any doubts, feel free to taste my blood." Joe's gaze turned sharp. Where did that friendly creature go? Ruby thought. "Why should I do it? Witch blood tastes bitter, unpleasant, like drinking stale milk," Joe snapped. Ruby laughed. "Do vampires ever drink milk?" "No, but I've been a baby."

I revealed. "My uncle had his doubts but Alpha Carl still believes we can't have a Vampire here, It's been a long time since he saw one. They respect the territory rule. So linking them to the killing doesn't make sense." Cassel spoke like he was lecturing a child. "Well, a dear friend let me remind you there is always a first time" I shrugged. "So we will be going to the woods to find out who this crazy Mary is?" Cassel complained "Seems this Mary is going to be in a lot of trouble" I teased Cassel

Both our heads turned as Jules came down the stairs and saw us talking. “Morning sweetheart,” Mary said as Jules looked at us. “Sit down.” Jules sat down keeping a chair open between us. We sat in silence as Mary looked at each of us. “You can’t go with him, Jules,” she said finally and Jules looked at her. “He already said he doesn’t want me to go with him,” she said. “That’s not what I said, I said you can’t go with me.” “Jules, do you remember all the stories you read about the wolf executioner in the old lupiaries we have in the basement? The myths, the prophecies, the old newspaper articles and drawings I showed you as a child?” Mary asked her.

Mary joked, laughing like a hyena. “And why would I do that?” Melody walked towards the fridge, opening it, while shaking the bottle of alcohol carelessly. Mary looked at Melody, who was behaving strangely. “That's what those older ladies do in movies; they hide their lovers.” Mary’s jokes were always out of the ordinary, and the fact that most of them were accurate was disturbing. “What do you mean?” Melody's expression hardened as she poured the drink into the glass. “I mean…” Mary was about to talk when the alcohol bottle slipped from Melody's hands and shattered on the floor.

“And you told her?” “I had to,” I say. “She was dying. She was taking wolfsbane. She thinks it’s medicine.” Marek laughs. “She sounds like the Golden Elm Princess, from the story.” I stop walking. “Who?” His eyes are full of laughter as they move to mine. “The girl in the legend. The one we weren’t supposed to talk about when we were pups.” I frown. “What legend?” Marek leans back, his expression unreadable. “I guess you never heard of it? Well, we weren’t supposed to speak of it. You’re sure you’ve never heard it?”