Hantu Mary Novels & Stories

“Halt! Who goes there?” called a male vampire who was holding vigil over Kenton’s home. “It’s Maryanne Cramby,” my mother called out. “I’ve got my daughter with me.” “Come ahead,” the vampire said in a gruff tone. I followed my mother as she carefully approached the house. It seemed to me that we were playing with worse fire than if we’d stayed at home and dealt with Michael. After all, the vampires were at war with the werewolves – of which my mother was now one- and they ate fairies for snacks -as I’d already experienced with Cindy.

"If you are his bride, the herbs might not even work." I nodded. “Got it.” “Here, that stuff smelled vile, wash the taste out of your mouth with this.” Sáta smiled, handing me a cup of mead. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you are trying to get your leader drunk.” I smirked, taking the cup. “Maybe we are,” Hetha put in as she walked over. “She rises.” Sáta laughed. “Where did you guys go last night?” I asked her.

Lucky. "Someone's here to see you," Marcus added, gesturing toward the tent entrance. The woman who walked in was nothing like I expected. She was tall with steel-gray hair pulled back in a tight bun and eyes that looked like they could calculate your worth down to the decimal point. She wore dark clothing like everyone else, but hers was tailored and professional, with a silver pin on her collar that marked her as something more than just another Hunter. "Camryn Chavez," she said, and her voice matched her appearance: sharp, precise, and without warmth. "I'm Mrs. Mary Harriet, your handler."

Mary turned to look at the council head and fell to his knees, “I am sorry, Sir. I know I made a mistake but I wanted to advance through the ranks quickly, I tricked, lied, and cheated my way through the system and jumped the ladder.” Klout gave her a disbelieving look. “You mean you admit to all of the crimes mentioned in this file?” Mary nodded her head a bit too enthusiastically, making Silas just furrow his eyebrows. I told him what was going on and a satisfied smirk appeared on his face. Mary began blabbering, “I am the one who was leading the small groups to summon demons and was doing it subtly. I coaxed them by leaving shiny things around them, things they yearned, gold coins, treasu

They turn towards it , flinching from the scream . " What the hell " Elira mutters confused as she watches a tattered haggy woman running towards them crying. Lilian shields Crystal and Sabrina thinking it was a mentally disabled woman . The woman falls to her knees crying bitterly " pls have mercy on me , I beg you " " Who are you and I do want go by that name anymore" Sabrina mutters peeping from Lilian's back while Crystal hugs her . The woman cleans her tears " it's me Mary"

He smirked at her then spent several long minutes examining the items on display with great interest. “Anticipation can be as powerful as the reality, ma chérie. Anything you’d like to try?” Mary shook her head but said nothing. She thought her voice would reveal her nervousness. As he selected a metal-tipped whip and some sort of mechanical metal tube with a handle, she suspected this night was going to be her worst nightmare and beyond. Her insides quaked with fear. Henri nodded toward the nearest door and as slowly as she could, she entered the room. Three men were there already; naked, hungry-eyed, drugged, drunk. Henri held his treasures aloft. “Pour ma crotte.”

Their belongings had been taken to their room and Mary saw her chest on top of the bed in the right-hand corner. “This looks nice,” Firlea was the first one that spoke. “Yes, this is amazing,” Mary agreed and turned towards the unfamiliar woman. “Hello, I’m Mary and this is Firlea,” Mary said with a smile. “Hi, I’m Hinat. It’s nice to meet you both,” the woman said. Mary would guess that she was around the same age as Mary. Her eyes looked like liquid gold, and she had rich warm sepia coloured skin. She was taller than both Mary and Firlea and lean. She was a beautiful woman, but what caught Mary’s interest the most was her black hair. It was braided into tiny braids that were creating intri

“It’s so nice to see you! I didn’t know you were here!” “Lucky coincidence, highness,” Hank says, returning my hug and giving me a warm smile. “I’m so, so glad you were able to return safe.” He steps back from me and turns a little, gesturing towards the young woman behind him who… Well. Who certainly brings Juniper’s thunder-cloud energy, if perhaps with a slightly spicier vibe. “You remember my daughter, Yes? Mary-“ “Maryam, of course!” I say, laughing and rushing forward to wrap Maryam in a hug.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

Mary lost concentration for a moment; the aura she used to pin Goliah to the wall dissipated, and Goliah fell to the ground. Mary turned to her stomach slowly and found one of the cloaked people standing before her. The wind generated by the attack blew off her hood, revealing her dark orange hair, bright orange eyes, and dark skin. Her fist was covered in flames, which helped increase the force of the punch. Mary coughed out some blood and flew toward a dumpster at the back end of the alley. As she crashed into the metal dumpster, her dark aura and the horn on her head vanished, and her vision became blurry. The two remaining witches walked to her.