Hantu Mary Novels & Stories

I step closer to Mary, voice low. “Where is she?” Mary studies us , three battered Lycans, desperate, shaking, barely holding our wolves back. “…I will take you to her,” she finally says, “but if any one of you starts another fight, I swear to the Goddess I will sedate all three of you like puppies.” We all nod. We don’t dare argue. Mary turns and leads us through the packhouse doors. My heartbeat is thunder. Every breath a burn. Every step closer to her feels like I’m being pulled by a chain hooked into my chest.

William was kind enough, slow-spoken and careful, but all the other days she was by herself. During the day, it wasn’t so bad. The house creaked when the wind blew and groaned when the midday heat reached its worst. The wood swelled fat and heavy, shifting and settling around her like a living thing. She did her outside chores with a practiced rhythm, though she often caught herself looking over her shoulder. Mary Sue had told her that girls left lonesome would get snatched up by a feral man and chopped into pieces. Mary Sue had whispered it during Sunday church, low and breathless, swearing her mamma knew of a girl their age in a couple of towns past who had been found cut up like cattle in

I remained calm, as still as a monk in deep meditation. "Shadow," I said slowly, "I have one last question for you. If those people didn't let you go, what would happen to you?" Her eyes widened in surprise, and for a brief moment, panic flashed across her face. She was caught off guard. It looked like I had guessed right again. In an instant, she charged at me. But Celeste and Howard were quick. One on each side, they grabbed her and pinned her hard against the wall. To my surprise, Helena stepped in front of me, positioning herself to block the shadow's approach.

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

Billy, Hazel, and Piper left her to go and attend to the customers, while she was there, washing and cleaning the glasses. Her eyes darted to the ticket and she gave it a long stare. She picked it up and glanced through. She felt like she had seen something like that before. She turned the back of the tickets and read "come and get entertained" as she immediately remembered where she had seen this exact ticket. It was the ticket her sister, Samara, gave to her three years ago at Holloween before she got missen. "What the heck?"She mumbled. *.*. TBC

"Where can I find him?" "He is running a pub in Manaus. Bauruo paradise is the name of his pub." Adam stood up. "Okay. Thank you." Thinking that she escaped death, the lady took a sharp breath, not knowing that it'll be her last. 'Bang!' He shot her head. Blood scattered; it pooled the marble floor. And he stepped away before it reached his shoes.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard after all this." I nodded, gulping. "I'll hold you to your promise." I had missed him. And then two slaves came in, carrying a dress for me and a pair of shorts for Nik. We both quickly got dressed before Nik finally relaxed and stood beside me. "The series of unfortunate events that have been happening since last night have happened because of one spiteful person who hated vampires — Mary. She was the one who lit the packhouse on fire and she was the one who lit this cottage on fire too."

~Renata’s Point of View~ After Tyler’s stupid ass witch succeeded in scaring the shit out of me, everyone left me alone. One of the cooks from the packhouse I knew so well … an older female named Mary, brought me some fruits and finger foods. She refused to really look at or speak to me though. I couldn’t hold it against her, she was obviously scared.

With a troubled mind, she went over to the door. Mary stood motionless for some minutes before she mustered enough courage to pull the door open. She used her right hand to pull the doorknob while casting another spell with her left hand. The door was pulled, and it revealed Cole, who was standing at the doorway. Mary was glad at first, but then again her expression changed to that of anger. “What the f*** are you doing here, you bastard!” she shouted furiously at him. Knowing very well he had offended her, he tried to maintain a strict countenance. Cole without saying a word made his way into the room.

"The doors, the shuffling upstairs? Were you doing all that?" "Yes, ma'am," the woman said, her voice soft and timid. "My name is Martha, and this is my husband, Henry. We are too old to fight off the troublemakers who come here. So we came up with a plan to make it seem haunted. It usually works. People get scared and run away.” Jason offered a faint smile to the old woman, “That's a genius plan Martha. But don't worry, we are not trespassing or trying to cause any trouble.”