Hail Mary Novels & Stories

Setting the alarm for half an hour, Maya laid on the bed, soon darkness came over her. . Feeling a few waterdrops on her face; she opened her eyes, blinking a few times to take care of her blurred vision; She saw it was raining outside; She looked around only to find the door of her room a bit opened. But I had closed it fully... she thought as she looked at the clock, it was 4 pm already; She facepalmed herself as she looked outside; She cant skip classes like that; Shaking her head she closed the window as the rain was ruining the floor.

Hale, on the other hand, got comfortable in the living room and started scrolling through his phone. “Oh, I can see you found a solution.” he smiled once he heard me mopping. “Yep.” After mopping up all of the vomit, I grabbed my purse and started walking towards the main door. “Where are you going, princess?” Hale asked “I am leaving. I am going home.” I replied “Really?” “Yeah, really,” I answered casually. “Don’t be silly. It’s late and very dark. You won’t find a cab. Just stay here, and then when the sun rises, you can go home.” he replied.

Currently the happiest woman on earth. "Mas Suma" That's all I can say. I gripped his shirt tightly. Buried deeper in his arms. Happy. ***

She wasn’t supposed to die in a back alley in some unknown land. Her vision faded completely and then returned. Claire was still talking as she attacked her, but her words were a jumble she couldn’t understand anymore. It didn’t matter that she had covered her head; she could still feel every blow. Something cracked, the sound of the breaking bone sounding louder than anything else. The metallic stench of her blood filled her nose. There was just too much pain. So much pain that she prayed to the Goddess to just take her now. “He is mine!” Claire screamed.

What was he congratulating me for? The room spun. I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t. Laughter spilled from Martha. Loud. Victorious. Ugly. I gripped my dress, knuckles turning white, as I tried to stay upright. My throat burned with the scream I was holding back. “H-how…? I’ve never had…” My voice broke. My world was crumbling and I didn’t have a single tool to stop it. “I guess you’re Virgin Mary now,” Martha said. “Except, you know… cheaper.” She scoffed, “Virgin Millie.”

"It's a surprise, my dear. We've set up a beautiful space where you can have a few moments of tranquility before the ceremony. Trust us, you'll love it." Mara hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. However, the genuine warmth in the spy's voice and the anticipation of a special surprise convinced her to agree. With a nod, she acquiesced, allowing the spy to guide her toward the door. The mansion's grand entrance awaited them, bathed in the soft glow of sunlight. As Mara stepped outside, she took in the sight of a well-appointed area adorned with flowers and elegant drapery. It was indeed a breathtaking spot, and Mara's initial hesitations melted away.

I know how disposable I am to him, just another pawn in his game. I close my eyes again, trying to steady my breathing, its all futile. How do I tell people that a man in a mask-- The Devil killed those men as a gift for me, as crazy as that might sound, I have no information about him except his mask. It’s three days to Halloween, anyone could have those mask on. I feel a sudden vibration causing me to reach into my pocket and pull out my phone, the screen light up with a notification. Seventeen missed calls from Mike.

Ouch. “U-Uh...” I couldn't find my voice. I just pointed at the window. The woman arched an eyebrow at me, shaking her head. “L-Look.” Dylan frowned and glanced over his shoulder. “Oh, shoot! Hail Mary, full of grace...” He didn't even get to finish the prayer before a sandal flew through the open window and smacked him right in the face. “Mom!” he yelled, clutching his forehead. My eyes went wide.

Waving her hand over her shoulder, all the other women began to march out of the hut, leaving Elaine and Pappi behind. “What do you remember?” Hina grumbled. I paused and stiffened as the last conversation came flooding back to my memory. I glared over at Pappi. “This idiot thinks my daughter is still alive and you think that she is the Triple Goddess” I grumbled waving my hands between Pappi and Hina. “Watch your tongue” Hina growled stepping closer to me. I huffed and looked down at my lap. I’m surrounded by nitwits. They were hunters. Trained, strategic, vicious hunters. How could a thirteen-month-old child survive, survive them.

If the enemy could make use of the Hail’s legendary skill, then what would be their chances of victory; let alone to survive? “Do you think—” “Let’s just not talk about it!” Without looking at them, Michelle made her way over to the ocean. She was careful not to touch the seawater, afraid that she would be trapped once again in that nightmare. ‘Hail, what happened to you?’ she thought, looking intently at the opposite side of the shore, hoping to see the sign of Jane’s survival. If what she thought was right, that it was Hail who did this, she wouldn’t be able to forgive him; not when she knew that implementing such technique caused for the life of the one being subjected to it. But she just