Mexican Gothic Book Novels & Stories

It had a long tail with long hangings and a little goatee under its chin. In fact, like all other proles, a Iuba was a beautiful being, with an innate elegance and grace, but when you looked into the piercing yellow eyes of these beasts, you could see their true nature. They were monsters, created to plant nightmares in people's heads and this sight would cause Maddox again one or two sleepless nights, because before someone had put a bullet in this Iuba, he had ripped the blond woman's throat out .

And that horrible feeling that made her think that they were kidnapped so her uncle could take Cody, it almost gave her a heart attack! But seeing the old couple waiting for them to wake up was a shock… What were they going to do? Kill them and then perhaps hide their bodies in the back of their truck? That was probably the food they sold there, human meat, cooked human meat! Carmen scowled, her eyebrows almost meeting in the middle. What kind of sane person would think like that?! Except her of course, her imagination was the wildest… She mentally rolled her eyes and stared up at the troubled look on Adrian’s face. Her eyebrows raised, seeing that he was already staring. He seemed to have z

She sighed as she looked at me. "What's the good news?" I asked. "The good news is this book didn't go missing on my watch. I just somehow kept missing that it was supposed to be there." She explained. "Apparently it was one stolen a few years ago when there was a breach in the pack, this was something that happened before Jaxon came in to take over Dark Moon." "That's great that it wasn't on you then." I responded. "But what's the bad news?" "The book title is The Moon Goddess' Unique Creations." She was hesitant to keep going but she did anyway. "This is the book I needed to go through to determine what exactly is going on with you. It's the only copy of it and someone took off with it yea

She bent down to pick it up. "The Art of Pain" she read on the book cover. "Written by Lirio Dorado." She looked up at the person who had thrown the book. It was a young man of the same height, thin, with white skin. He was dressed in a casual black coat, and a black woolen hat covered his head. She looked at him coldly, adjusting her scarf with her right hand while holding her umbrella with her left. She dared to say, "Sotomayor Jina, you will never change..."

He knew that the stories of the Silver Moon Tavern & Inn would forever remain a part of him, a reminder that even in the midst of darkness, there existed a beauty that transcended time. And so, the abandoned building continued to stand, a silent witness to the passage of years, its corridors echoing with the laughter and tears of the past, and the memory of a curious werewolf who had ventured into its depths on a moonlit night. Wow, was this supposed to be a horror story? I looked at the cover of the book and saw it was a collection of short horror stories. I did not find this story so scary to be honest. I found it more funny than anything else. Maybe because my life was always just me and

You might find my characters irritating at some point of time but there is the reason for such behaviour which will be revealed over the period of time. To tell the truth, I am extremely addicted to werewolf stories. That's why I decided to give a try on writing a book on werewolves. I don't know whether werewolves are real or myth but if it is actually true, I would trade anything in my power to become one without any second thought. Hope you understood my craze for them. And I warn you that English is not my first language and there might be few mistakes/errors in my book. I apologies for them in advance and I highly welcome your reviews of my book. Feel free to share your thoughts.

But I was going to play along because I wanted to talk about my book. "The manuscript is complete. I send it to my editor. Once that's done, my editor will be sent it to my publisher. Hopefully, they will publish the book by the middle of next year," Jessica nodded, intrigued by my answer. "If you don't mind me asking, what is the book about?" I am glad she asked. My book is going to be a typical vampire story, but there are twists and turns. I'm hoping to give it a more gothic theme rather than romantic.

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

With some effort, I managed to push it open, revealing an enormous underground chamber. My breath caught in my throat. The chamber was filled with rows upon rows of old books and scrolls—an ancient library dedicated to werewolf lore and magic. The walls were lined with shelves crammed with forgotten knowledge, and in the center of the room stood a large, intricately carved table covered in tomes and manuscripts. I approached the table, my eyes scanning the titles. Many of the books were written in old, nearly forgotten languages, but one tome caught my attention. It was bound in dark leather, the title barely legible: "The Lament of the Moon."

In anger and rage, his eyes turned completely red and he disappeared from everyone's sight with the speed of light. "Have you found that thing for which you came here?" Moroi Ace Denzell stood behind Ms. Anastasia and said in a low voice, "It's very rude. Don't steal like this when the family is not in the house. Very bad manners." Hearing his voice, Ms. Anastasia got scared, and the book fell from her hands. "Hey, you are faster than I thought," he picked up the book that fell on the ground and read the name of the book in a loud voice. "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves by Witch Rosaline."