Urban Legend Bloody Mary Cast Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mary bats her eyes. “Yes ma’am” I smile at her and we go back to the room she grew up in. “I need a shower,” She tells me. “Me too,” I smirk. Mary tilts her head at me. She wants a moment alone to collect her thoughts. I know my girl. My only girl. My beautiful Luna fought so well. I caught a glimpse of her and she took down two rouges at once pinning them down for capture. She doesn’t like to kill, she will I’ve seen it, but it’s not her way.

“We'll cut to the chase. The lady you brought, Mary Graham of the Royal Blue Moon Pack, is a traitor and is planning a coup d tat” ************ Humming a song while creaming her skin, she paused to stare at her reflection. Mary beamed brightly. “Gosh. I'm effing beautiful!” she flattered herself while slipping into a pair of jeans. Today, she's been feeling fu. king joyous. The reason she can't place her finger on it, is that it's not a crime to feel happy right? Once Mary was done, she rushed out of the room and over to the dungeon. Arriving there, she met only the guards there. Mary was perplexed; where the hell is Dorian? The guards, visibly seeing the confused look on her face, didn't ut

Luna asked with frustration. "I didn't do it, I never did it" Mary screamed as usual, "you're a bitch, you stolen the man I like and now you're acting like this just because my reputation got ruined, it's all because of you, only if you're not there, I'll be the protagonist of my life." Luna calmly said, "Mary, you're not in your right senses. It's better if you go back to your room and calm down." Mary's anger only escalated. She lunged at Luna, her fingers clamping around Luna's hair like a vice. Luna winced, but her resolve to avoid a senseless argument remained steadfast.

Gasps and murmurs spread like wildfire as they rushed to the scene. Divine lay unconscious on the grass, her face pale and a thin trickle of blood running from a small cut on her forehead. Hovering over her was Mr James who was with her when she passed out and a mysterious man, tall and familiar, his face etched with concern. The crowd froze, recognizing the man who should not be there: William, her supposedly dead husband's younger brother.

Two of the armies fell down, and arrows stabbed their chests. I looked at them with wide eyes. "Jacob, watch your back!" Aurora screamed while grabbing my attention. She jumped into me while throwing me onto the ground along with her The arrow stabbed one of the witches in the stomach. "WATCH OUT." Ronald pushed her down. "Melan Vera's!" The rest of the witches stepped in front of us while joining their hands. They were spelling something, and the arrows stopped in front of their eyes in the air. What the fuck is happening?

There was no trace of a wolf's scent on any of the victims. A knock on the door broke me from my thoughts. "Come in." The door opened and Mary came in. She was wearing a beige bodycon dress made for a teenager and gold shoes and accessories. Her dark brown hair was up in a messy bun and she had tons of make-up on her face. Although she has had a nip and tuck in certain places, nothing could hide the fact that she was old. Using dark magic had a way of sucking your life essence. Although she was only in her late thirties, she had wrinkles and her hair had lost its luster.

The woman you believed you could rely on, only to discover she had been the worst of them all. The corners of my lips curled upward slowly, deliberately. I lifted my hand toward the heavily pregnant woman standing before me, tilting my head slightly as I spoke. "Mary Blackwood, the Luna of Blackthorn Pack." My voice was smooth and pleasant. "It is really nice to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you." My smile widened. "And you are every bit as beautiful as the rumors claim." Mary blinked, her attention shifting away from Alexander, who now stood several feet away beside her husband and the other elders.

Mary murmured, but her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. Nyxoria stepped closer, her heart hammering in her chest. "Mary, if you truly had no choice, you should have told me. I trusted you so much. Why would you—" "I am sorry, Nyxoria," Mary cut in, her voice barely above a whisper. "I had no other option… I was forced to do this to you, to betray you. If you can forgive me in your heart one day, I will be happy." Before anyone could react, Mary suddenly began choking. Blood spilled from her lips, staining her dress as her body convulsed violently. Within moments, she collapsed to the ground, completely still.

“You’re welcome to come with us. It’s too dangerous to be out here by yourself.” “You’ll take me to Wolf Fang?” “The hell—” “Yes,” Mary said. “Lower your weapons.” Jake hissed. “This is a dumb decision, Mary. She could be in league with those vampires.” “If they’re hiring young women without pants, they must be desperate.” She sighed. “The girl smells like she just got done rolling around with her boyfriend. Do you really think that she’s in league with vampires?” Mary shook her head and smiled at me. “She and her boyfriend probably just got spooked while traveling. Poor thing. Come on. I hope you’re not too tired… Maybe we can find you some proper clothes.”

Aaric hissed, trying to push Arabella away, but sadly he couldn't, because his hands couldn't touch her, as if he was just trying to push away a wisp of thick smoke. "You know you can't touch me with your pitiful human body," Arabella smiled triumphantly as she watched life slowly fade from Aaric's eyes, or Dr. Drake's in this case. On the other hand, outside of the glass room, many guards could only stand frozen after being flabbergasted and shocked to see the murder scene clearly displayed in front of their eyes.