Bloody Mary Urban Legend Novels & Stories

“I swear, Dais, I stitched him up myself. I clamped his artery. He should’ve been knocked out cold for at least another six hours. Then poof—he disappears like Batman.” Daisy smirked, stirring her tea. “You sure you didn’t imagine him? Maybe he was a ghost with abs.” Elaina gave her a look. “I’m serious.” “I know.” Daisy leaned in. “And I believe you. I’ve heard stories, El. This city’s full of strange shadows. Mafia types, old bloodlines, weird cult rumors—hell, even my Uber driver said he saw a wolf walking on two legs last week.” Elaina raised an eyebrow.

With an afterthought, “Uh, the fries have to be cooked.” Marty grins, his cheeks creasing. If I didn’t like the man so much, his one eye would creep me out. Marty swears up and down that he got into a fight with a unicorn when he was just a young man. But then, he also believes that aliens are stalking him, so I take what he says with a grain of salt. The shifters are engaged in a serious discussion, and by the time the order comes in, Marie is occupied with other customers.

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’.

an anxious tone was clear in Amy's voice, her gaze following toward my injured knee. "Relax, just a regular scrape," I said trying to smile, while brushing off the remaining dust on my pants. "Wait a minute, I'll get the first aid kit inside," Sonny said full of initiative, then hurried into the cafe. Amy guided me to sit on an outdoor chair, accompanying my wait until Sonny came carrying the medicine box. As soon as my pants leg was pulled up slightly, the inflamed reddened knee skin appeared accompanied by small drops of blood on its surface.

Hawk said weakly. Mary appeared from around the corner of the shack with rags wet from a nearby creek. She lifted his shirt to reveal his brown abdomen. Sopping at the wound. “As long as I’m alive that collar will hold.” “Doesn’t look like that’ll be long.” Marta sneered in a voice that was clearly evil. Her eyes as dark as charcoal. Mary spun with unusual violence. “You don’t say that, Bitch!” She stalked over to Marta. My mates and I were stunned at the quiet girl’s sudden rush of violence. And that term was one, wolves rarely used.

Tenac continued as is she hadn’t interrupted. “That is a good system” Mary said. “Yes, it doesn’t stop fights. But at least most men aren’t as deadly with only their fists” Tenac agreed. They continued walking in silence for a while. “How old is the city?” Mary asked. “A little over four hundred years” Tenac said. “It has never been taken by the enemy, although it was besieged two times during the great wars” he continued, sounding proud. They arrived at the entrance to the marketplace and Tenac was about to walk straight through as he was a rider and was allowed to carry is weapons. But Mary tugged on his sleeve and went over to the small both where a guard was sitting. She reached into the

It just sounds funny when you say 'sexy zombie. On my wrist is a toilet bowl, with a rainbow of shit coming in and out. It's pretty self-explanatory Zeke. Do you need an explanation? Jeez… Oh alright. The toilet bowl is me, Zeke. I take in shit wherever I go, especially here at home. That's me, the shit-taker. If you only knew my parents, my dad, especially, not from what you've heard, but from the way I've known him…" Mary Rose shivered in disgust. Then she stared blankly into space again, like the way when Zeke asked her to explain the urban legend regarding his dad. She was trance-like for five minutes and Zeke at first, didn't know what to do.

“What are you talking about? What is this myth and what is happening to her? Tell me now” I shout at him as I start to lose the little bit of control I had. “She is turning” he all he replies. “How she was bitten in the leg,” I say as me and Mary exchanges glance thinking that Tom has lost his mind. “Did she kill someone?” he asks with a questing look. “Yes, she killed the rouge that attacked her,” I say not knowing why that was important to what he was saying regarding the myth thing.

next. Theory 3: The evidence Mary mentioned—is the reason why she was wasted. Theory 4: This looks like a personal vendetta. Mary offended those with "power" Theory 5: Mary is a cultist! They took her life to serve as deterrent for others. The hashtag #WhoKilledMary was overtaking #JusticeForMary. The "Loom" had succeeded in killing the girl, but they had accidentally given the story a soul. ADA’S POV

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.