Urban Legend Bloody Mary Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Paul, what's wrong?" He pointed at Julie. "Look at her." I turned Julie to me. Her normally blues eyes had turned golden. ~*~ In Poland, among the ruins of tens of dead werewolves, I drank the last of Monica's lifeblood, opened my vein, and poured my blood down her dying throat. I stayed with her as we went back to the safe house. Mara and Karen screamed hysterically when they saw her dead body. I wanted to join them but knew that she would return to us.

Resting her head against the pillow, Maryn looked at her for an answer. "Don't you remember anything from last night?" Maryn bit her lips and tried reminiscing what might have happened last night. "I was getting chased by... by some wolves. One of... them attacked me. I... I saw blood then..." Remembering how the wolves surrounded her then attacked her, she got a shiver running down her spine. Even though she was in the room, she felt unsafe. Seeing her afraid, Kimberly held her hand and assured her, "Maryn, don't be afraid. Those rogues have been taken care of so you don't need to be worried."

The wolves kept banging at the door and the wood kept shaking over and over. Mary motioned toward Maribelle, then pointed to the window. Olivia understood. She would pick up Maribelle and go to the balcony then climb out to the trellis and down to the yard beyond. She peeked out into the yard. She let out a gasp of horror. Bodies littered the ground, dozens of men were lying on the ground, dead or dying. Her heart was racing and her palms sweating as she realized she was probably going to die today. She would die and so would Mary and Belle. They would all end up six feet under at the end of the day today, all because she had helped the wolves.

Eyes… deep crimson, the color of wine freshly spilled across marble. I didn’t just wake up in a different body. I woke up in a different world. And not just any world. One I knew far too well. I had read about this place before—in a book called Blood and Moonlight. A gothic fantasy where ancient vampire courts ruled the night from silvered palaces, where ruthless werewolf packs prowled the wild forests, and where an uneasy truce held between fangs and claws… until it inevitably shattered. It was a story of war. A story of betrayal. A story where love was as fatal as any blade.

He knew I couldn’t hurt her even if I wanted. The bastard! Mary started pouring some steaming hot tea into a mug. “Relax, dear. Have a sip of this, it will calm your nerves.” “No.” I spoke getting up and pacing restlessly. I was filled with agitation and a throbbing in my head I couldn’t get rid of. “I’ll take it, Mary.” Lyra spoke reaching out for the mug. “God knows I need it.” “I know it’s not my place…” Mary begun to speak in a calm tone as she stepped forward, “but in my days, being sent a white wolf was considered a good omen. A blessing from God even, and her being your mate-“

A few brave men immediately rushed to the doors and blocked them. “That’s right, we can’t let them escape!” “They’re evil! How can they simply stab anyone with an infected needle? They’re basically harming innocent people!” The hall suddenly lit up. Mary was finally frantic. She looked at the angry and fearful gazes around her and hugged Charlie. “What are you doing? Why are you targeting us? “It isn’t AIDS! That’s just red ink!” She yelled and explained, but her voice was already trembling. I glared at her coldly as though I was staring at a dead person.

Then I regained courage and rushed back to the mansion. As I arrived, I saw Mary on the floor, bleeding. I screamed and rushed to her side. She had been shot in her lower abdomen and was bleeding profusely. She was lifeless, as I couldn't hear her heartbeat. I dug my teeth into her elbow and injected my venom into her bloodstream. She still didn't wake up, and she was dead already. Solomon came to my side and placed a hand on my shoulder. I stood up quickly and turned to face him. He could see the pain in the tears that washed my cheeks.

Marybeth pointed out, adding quickly when she noticed the apprehension in Scarlett's eyes, "my father and Danica will be there as well. So you and Lewis don't have to feel out of place." "It's not that I'm worried about," Scarlett said as she snatched the card from the florist and read Austin's cheesy message, wishing Marybeth a happy second-week anniversary. "What's the problem?" Marybeth asked. "I mean, what will we do there? Would we have to drink blood or something?" Marybeth rolled her eyes, "they are criminals, not vampires! Why would you have to drink blood?" "Isn't that what all these secret organisations do?" "Again, they are criminals, not some secret organisation!" Marybeth lied a

The next day. When Yuri came downstairs with her canvas bag, Zenne Ye happened to be telling Bright Ye about yesterday's forum. Mary Ye seems to have seen a ghost. Her eyes are staring at Zenne Ye, warning him. But the latter seem that he did not see anything, saying he also opened the screenshot, and showed it to Bright Ye. Mary Ye was so angry that the expression on her face was rich,she was both angry and pretending to be pathetic. Bright Ye looked, his face as black as the bottom of the pot, "Mary Ye , how can you do such a thing?"

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