Urban Legend Bloody Mary Story Novels & Stories

Bloody Mary Mary knew that the bodies had been stacking up as a lazy tech pushed it toward the elevator. She could tell by the look of indifference on his face where he was going. The sound of popping gum echoed the hallway as she walked unnoticed as she headed toward the stairs. Stopping at the morgue door and with a shiver, Mary slid through the door quietly and stood in the shadows waiting for the drop off the dead body.

next. Theory 3: The evidence Mary mentioned—is the reason why she was wasted. Theory 4: This looks like a personal vendetta. Mary offended those with "power" Theory 5: Mary is a cultist! They took her life to serve as deterrent for others. The hashtag #WhoKilledMary was overtaking #JusticeForMary. The "Loom" had succeeded in killing the girl, but they had accidentally given the story a soul. ADA’S POV

I would do anything to make sure my baby is safe. " Meet me at the parking lot after your shift" she said ********* After my shift, I went to the parking lot with a pepper spray in my bag. "What took you so long Claire" said the elderly lady " I had some last minute errands to run" I said "I am Mary Wyatt" she said " You already know who I am so no need for introduction" I said " What do you know about werewolves Claire" she asked " They are myths and do not exist in real life" I said

Mary let out a soft sigh and said, “My lady, with all due respect, that’s not what I meant. They blamed me for their problem because of what happens after I get scared. Out of all my phobias, the worst is my hemophobia—fear of bleeding or watching someone bleed. Every time I see blood, my head goes blank, I get dizzy, and I pass out. When I wake up, everything around me is completely destroyed. After the second incident, the witches in the city chased me and my parents away in hopes that the sun would once again return to their city. Maybe it has, maybe it hasn’t, but personally, I don’t give a sh-” “Watch your language, child,” Anaya interrupted before Mary could finish the sentence. “Sorry

Marcus says sternly, making John realize that this is not going to be a friendly chat. “What do you want to know?” “Who killed my sister?” “Believe it or not, Mary was killed by Count Dracula”. Lucas scoffs, “I’ve heard this story before and it’s nonsense,” “I’m sure you have. He is here and he wants to do something really bad,” John says. “And you expect us to believe that?” “Let him talk, Luke” Marcus shuts his brother. “Mary and I thought that Mary’s daughter, Rachael was kidnapped.

She opens the book and a roach crawls out. I shriek, jerking my knees to my chest. Esme raises a brow. “You’re a wolf, and you’re scared of a roach?” “What’s a wolf without a wolf?” My smile is bittersweet. “Don’t do that,” she scolds. “You wolf will return. Now, when the rumours came, I consulted the books and some friends.” I try not to let my own thoughts scare me. “What did you find?” “You know, I’ve lived through almost seven decades, and I know a bloodline that had white hair. Moonblood.”

Now he was my only support who could show me the light out of this hideous place. "W-w-who are you?" I stuttered, looking at him. "I'm the last person alive in this place, Anderson Parkmerg. Except for me, she killed all of them in her heart-wrenching game." With that clever glance, he smirked at me and asked. "Aren't you curious to know about this place?" I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin.

“What are you talking about? What is this myth and what is happening to her? Tell me now” I shout at him as I start to lose the little bit of control I had. “She is turning” he all he replies. “How she was bitten in the leg,” I say as me and Mary exchanges glance thinking that Tom has lost his mind. “Did she kill someone?” he asks with a questing look. “Yes, she killed the rouge that attacked her,” I say not knowing why that was important to what he was saying regarding the myth thing.

he picks up the book and flips through the pages as if it’s a bloody newspaper. “Here, did I ever tell you about the girl I met when we went to Blue Moon last winter? She swore blind that a vampire tried to feed on her. Even had a scar on her throat. It went all the way down to her shoulder. Said her mate pulled the beast off whilst its teeth were still in her.” he drops the book back on the table and slumps into a chair with a glazed over look in his eyes, no doubt reliving his amorous escapades. Uriel is what you might call, a ladies man, or as he so eloquently puts it, pack first, pussy thereafter. “So, Vampires…. Not just a myth?” I regret the words as soon as I say them.

he warned. Day Two: Achi lost consciousness during training. When he woke, his eyes were pitch black, and his voice echoed like two beings speaking at once. “He’s merging,” Marcus whispered. “With what?” Ava asked. He didn’t answer. Day Three: Ava saw her mother again—this time not in a vision, but in a dream too vivid to be false. “When the Blood Moon rises, you will either become her… or end everything,” her mother said before fading into mist.