Bloody Mary Urban Legend Novels & Stories

Mary rushed into the office, straight to my desk, and pulled up a chair. “A house caught fire down my street,” she said breathlessly. “The little boy swore a monster caused it, but no one believed him.” My attention snapped to her. Mary bit her nails nervously. “But something feels odd. The boy drew the monster he said he saw. And it looked like a werewolf.” I froze, staring at her. She blinked at me, then added, “I’ve seen you search about werewolves before… and I remember when you were still working that Mexico case.”

"We have a problem. There's been another attack. Same pattern as the others. Werewolf victim, unhealable wounds, reports of a white wolf." "Where?" "Three blocks from your apartment. Mary, whoever or whatever this white wolf is, it's getting closer to you.”

In front of the whole world, Amaryah was pushed into the Volcano of the Lost. They watched her fall, sink into the boiling lava, and burn until nothing, not even ash, was left of her. And he could only trust the legends. They said that witches don't die. They leave their spirit to be picked up by the wind and bring them to a body compatible with them. That means, if Lucian truly knew her, she must have had a plan. The first few years after Amaryah's disappearance, he received many looks of both pity and ridicule, so he never asked for anyone's help again.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

Taylor said to Mary as they walked to their cubicle together. "I can't believe it myself" Mary said excitedly. She could not believe that she went from almost being fired to getting a promotion. "Do you know what else I can't believe?" Chris chipped in from behind. Mary turned to look at him. "It's that the famous and most envied Adonis Scott is a murderer, and he is currently behind bars. Oh my gosh! I still find it difficult to process" he said in his usual feminine manner. Mary could hardly believe it herself, but she just had to right? Because it was the pure truth.

Otherwise, these resentful spirits might go outside and harm other people. Right then, Anna sighed. “Members of the Blood Cult really have hurt a lot of people! The ancestor of the Blood Cult back in Michigan’s Amaryllis Tower was like this. Now, the noodle restaurant’s owner seems even more terrifying than him! Say, why do you think he made such a big blood pool? Does he swim in it?” Anna asked. Alex nodded. “You’re not wrong. In fact, he probably sleeps in there too,” he said. “Sleep… Inside?” Anna nearly bit her tongue off.

My composure was quite unreal and alarming. "For the last time, Mary, I don't know what you're talking about," I said firmly. She stood from the bed and approached the table in the far corner. She did silently, which started to creep me out. "I was told stories about creatures of the night by my mum when I was little," she began." Creatures with impossible abilities which lusted for blood."

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.

We were intimately positioned, and if my life were an erotic novel, Jackson would’ve eased the skirt of my gown up and— “Are you okay, Imani?” Mary asked, bursting my erotic daydream bubble. “I’m fine.” “Are you sure? You look a little feverish,” she said, pressing her palm against my hand. “You never told me the name of that vampire soap opera you can’t seem to get enough of,” I said, hoping to distract her. I relaxed when I realized it worked moments later when she dragged me through the house. “It’s called Bleed With Me. You’ll love it!”

“One day, something terrible happened. There was a rampage at the tavern, as one of the drunken men had lost control and had caused a killing spree. They threw all sorts of things at themselves, knives, swords, daggers, and a lot of people present there were killed, including Marylin Lou. “She was taken to a priest who happened to be a newly converted vampire, for her body to be blessed before it would be buried. The priest, who found out that her heart was still beating in the mortuary, decided to convert her immediately, as she would be dead in a matter of seconds if he didn’t. He bribed the mortuary staff to lie to her family that she had been buried immediately after the blessing, and th