Hantu Mary Novels & Stories

It is as if he does not want to be in the room with this disgusting woman anymore. "Wait! I have information you can use," Mary shouts, but Dante closes the door and tell Carlos to get all the information from that slut even if he has to torture her. Dante does not want to talk to that woman anymore, and I cannot blame him.

"We've seen them too the things in the distance. Watching." Mary shuddered. "Demons, angels, I don't care what they are if they're walking here, we're already in Hell." No one argued and after dinner I helped Mary wash out a few canteens using filtered rainwater. She hummed quietly under her breath an old song, I thought, something about mercy and light. I believe I've heard it before but I couldn't remember where. "You've got fight in you," she said suddenly. I looked up. "What makes you say that?"

I don't know what would become of her and I am trying to stop letting people get close to me. Then someone came and was raising a glass of wine. " Care for some?" He asked. It was Julius. I looked at him and said; "No I am fine. Even if I wanted a glass of wine, I shouldn't be having you doing me the favour." "Wait, what's your problem, Helion?" "With due respect, I won't have you addressing me by my name, It is Vanta, Mary." I cut in. "Does this have anything to do with earlier today?" He asked after some minutes of silence.

There was another round of laughter as he stood back up straight. “Mary informed me that if it was even mentioned, she would come back and haunt me. Please, I’m a man of God. I do not need to explain why there is a ghost following me around. She also said that there better not be any sad dirges or hymns. Her suggestions were Spirit In The Sky, Wanted Dead or Alive or Every Breath You Take among others.” JD squeezed Dean’s hand and smiled at her. She had been afraid that her mom’s personality would get lost in a “normal” funeral. Mary was never what could be considered normal, and she embraced her oddities.

With Mary as my stеadfast companion, I confront thе futurе with unwavеring confidеncе, rеady to facе whatеvеr advеrsitiеs comе our way. Evеry day, without fail, my inbox is inundatеd with thrеatеning mеssagеs from Ambеr and hеr cohorts, Lana and Elizabеth. Though thеir thrеats havе yеt to matеrializе into physical harm, I mеticulously documеnt еach ominous communication, еnsuring Mary is kеpt informеd. Dеspitе thе pеrsistеncе of thеsе thrеats, my rеsolvе to еliminatе Ambеr, Lana, and Elizabеth rеmains unwavеring. Mary, unwittingly еntanglеd in my plans, is positionеd to sеrvе as thе catalyst for thеir downfall. Thе covеrt еxchangеs bеtwееn Lana and Mary , brimming with dеclarations of affеct

We turned to face the beautiful falls, ready to begin our ceremony. But as the first elder began to chant, a sharp, pained cry ripped through the pack link. It was Mary. We turned around our faces. Mary was on her knees, clutching her arm. A small, black-fletched dart was stuck in her shoulder. And from the trees where Thane had retreated, his laughter echoed. “A gift from my shaman, Angus!” his voice called out. “Let’s see your pack survive a plague!”

She wears a long sleeve see-through shirt. She wears a sun shaped earring on one ear and a moon shaped one on the other. Rachael shouts with joy and confusion. “Mary!”. It is Mary Sullivan. Her former co-worker at Peoples United Bank. “This is Mary everyone, she will alter Dracula's spell for us,” John introduces her. Rachael is baffled. Alter the spell? Mary Sullivan is the witch John was talking about? Rachael begins to wonder how many people in her life are supernatural masking as ordinary people.

She opened the gate quickly and let them both in. "Do you know why the moon isn't red?" Harry asked, pointing to the dark sky, "because we aren't vampires!" He announced cheerfully. A person could get drunk from perceiving the amount of alcohol his every breath carried. Maria pushed and pulled till they were finally inside. Harry fell to the couch, his face buried in a pillow. For a brief second, Maria could have sworn he passed out, till she heard whimpering sounds coming from him. Was he- was he crying?!

I tried even harder and a small smile of hope creeped up onto Mary's pale face. Hope ignited inside me as well but then I heard Lady Hannah's voice booming inside the room all of a sudden. That was so not good. I got distracted and then something happened. Something I did not want to happen at all. Nobody wanted. Mary slipped with a horrified expression on her face while a deafening scream made its way out of her throat. I ran near to the railing and peeped down. What I saw made my breath to stop and and my blood went cold. Mary wasn't dead. She had not fallen. She wasn't falling anymore. She was 'floating' in the air.

Michael pledged before giving his final bow to the Queen of Grilux. "I love you, mother." Those were the words Vivienne could ever utter before Michael pulled her away from the room. Heading down to the underground chamber, Vivienne looked back for the last time and saw Queen Marita of Weacomor shot two arrows from outside the room. The next thing she heard is her mother's deafening scream because of pain. Vivienne vividly saw Queen Marita attacked her mother and King Felix fighting with his father. There's no way she would forget Weacomor's treachery, not until the day she will let her last breath go.