Hantu Mary Novels & Stories

Mary said and looked away from her. "Oh, but I will tell them. This is a time for telling the truth and omitting a few details is counted as lying, you know?" Aunt Mel said, a mischievous smile on her face. I've never seen my aunt like this. I didn't even know she had this side to her. She turned to the rest of us and began a story. "When we were younger, before this issue of love or not came to be, Mary's obsession with death, dead people and killing people had gotten to the point of concern. There was no day that goes by that she doesn't talk about killing something or someone in a particular manner. Each of these ways were even more elaborate and gruesome and worse than the last one. Even

”Your life,as well as Ethan’s,is in mortal danger. “Oh God!”Beth rasped again.”What do you mean?”She gripped the banister ever so tighter,until her hand hurt from holding on.She felt faint and nauseous. Against all probability,she was having a conversation with a woman,dead for hundreds of years. “You must listen carefully Beth,”Lady Katherine continued.”A dark spirit seeks to end your lives and she will not stop until she has succeeded in her task,until you and Ethan are both dead.” “How do you know this?”Beth asked,frantically.”Answer me!Please!” “Because the very spirit seeking to take your lives,is the one who took mine.”

“Okay, Martha straight from the bible. Why do you hide and not appear like me? No… no… let me answer that one for you. It’s because you really don’t have the power to do it. That’s it, isn’t it, Martha from the bible? You have no real power.” My chair trembled as the candle flames rose to almost three feet high. “Dost thy wish to witness the power of I, ghost?” “Ghost?” Lily laughed. “I’m no mere ghost, Mary from the bible. I’m Lily McCarthy. I’m sure you know the name. My ancestors beat the pants off of yours in every magic contest there was. Now, be gone. You clearly don’t have the power to face me.”

Mary took Kara's hand and placed an ivory blade in it, "For protection. Keep it in a hilt or something." Kara wondered how her grandmother would react to her wielding a sharp object at home, but she gratefully accepted the gift. "I'll take you home," Mary said. Kara followed her to an altar with stone angels. Mary slashed the space between them with her blade, and another portal opened to Kara's bedroom. "Goodnight," Mary said. ---

if he ever suspected, even a little, that I am not some humble human priest but also a motherfucking monster hidden inside a black holy cloth. As we all settled around the fireplace, silence sliced us like some knife...screams of agony surrounded the entire realm. Her screams, and then sounds of cheers and claps...then more screams and cries. I don't think I could bear her pain if I even go there...I might definitely snap at those foolish werewolves for being so happy while Freya is clearly in pain.

She took some time as she was trying to locate the onion dip, and by the time she was back, they were already discussing like long-lost friends. "Well hello. I see you girls are catching up." Mary said as she placed the tray crackers on the table. "Well, it turns out that Helena was my spirit partner. We are alike in a lot of ways." Mary shrugged. Well, that was easy. "Alright, you girls have fun." She said as she went to the kitchen to bring the rest of the snack. They were laughing hysterically by the time Mary got there, and she set the rest of the dishes on the table.

I know them immediately from Annie’s description. The female with the limp is Una, Killian Kelly’s mate. She’s a plain female with a quiet confidence, and her mate watches her like she’s charging into battle unarmed, not greeting a friend. The blonde with curls who looks like a doll is Mari. She’s mated to the Haunt of the Hills. It’s hard to imagine a female so sweet and small would be with such a brute. According to Annie, he’s not as fearsome as the tales would have you believe. I won’t be sharing that with the pack, though. A healthy fear of the Haunt is the only thing currently keeping Leon from venturing even further afield on his adventures.

~~~ Amaya "Among the supernaturals, there are different types. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, witches, angels, demons and, elements. They all have different characteristics and abilities." Who would've thought that we had such creatures living among us? "The one who attacked you was a shapeshifter. They are known to be able to imitate any living form. They can change and impersonate any living being on this planet. They can be very dangerous. You might be having a normal conversation with your mom one day but it could be a shapeshifter and you wouldn't even know." As he spoke to me, a little piece of my memory from that night came back.

Mary replied, "Selina's. Don't you be aware? Hank surrendered, and he used to be Selina's accomplice. Normally their work areas are arranged close to one another. The unfilled work area used to have a place with Hank." Luke at long last gotten it. "I see." Mary looked at him. "Try not to let me know you don't realize that Selina will be your accomplice also, right?" Luke slapped his head. "Indeed, that's what I know. I simply hadn't considered it that way. Much obliged to you for your update, Mary." Mary grinned. "Do you really want my assistance to clean the work area? Hank's an absent minded fool so he in all probability abandoned some stuff."

"The baby... something’s wrong." "Is it?" Martha asked, tilting her head. "Or is he just eager to meet his new mother?" "What did you do?" Sarah screamed, the sound echoing through the hollow house. "The tea... I didn't even drink the tea!" "I didn't need the tea," Martha said, standing over her like a shadow. "I’ve spent ten years learning things, Sarah. Dark things. Things found in the basements of grief. You think I wanted you to suffer? No. I wanted you to bloom. I wanted you to be the perfect vessel for what was stolen from me."