Mexican Gothic Book Novels & Stories

Alessandro Emilio read the words again and again. Gold Stolen. His anger knew no bounds. He wanted to slay down all those who dared to cross him. Of course he had an idea who could it have done. The ICE. They were only Mafia in Mexico that would dare to do something as foolish as taking enmity with THE SCORPIONS. Federico Zack is the man who always wanted take lead in Mexico but as long as Alessandro is alive, he and his gang ‘ICE’ will never be recognised.

Gonzalo nodded solemnly, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the hearth. "Someone as special as you," he murmured. "And it is yours now." The journal became my refuge, offering glimpses into a world where myths and reality intertwined. Each entry revealed more about werewolves, about the community he belonged to, and their struggles to maintain a balance between two worlds. It was written fiction, but Gonzalo did not know that werewolves were real. Whoever owned this book encountered or spoke with a werewolf. Was it Caleb? Because of the way it was written and the descriptions, it seemed like Caleb.

It left a dark circle on the floor and the fairies had disappeared into the red liquid. I shot up in terror and began to lose my balance from springing up so fast. I reached over and grabbed the desk to catch myself and I began to realize that my hand was getting warm, almost hot. I looked over as it launched into a full burn in my hand. I yanked my hand away, turned and bent over to investigate the book that I had rested my hand on. It was a black, bound book that looked almost like burnt flesh. As my face got close, the cover flipped open and pages began to turn. It stopped at a page in the middle and I looked closer to realize that everything was in a different language, Latin, maybe. As

It was then that she spotted the ancient spell book her grandmother gifted her on her fifteenth birthday and hope sprung forth. “I can think of only one thing to do to keep ye from his grasp and, possibly, reverse -or at least lessen- the bloodlust ye have,” Agatha said with an anxious tone. “I recall seeing something in this book my grandmother gifted to me. She was a powerful witch.” “Please hurry,” Kira struggled to say in a voice that echoed with a male tone. Agatha grabbed the spell book and quickly flipped through the pages while she warily moved away from her friend whose emerald green eyes were displaying flecks of dancing red light.

I rolled my eyes and giggled, he chuckled and damn, he was so handsome. "So, how you doing, mi belle?" He asked me with a gentle voice and his Spanish accent was smooth and enchanting. "I'm fine, I just came here to relax and read some books," I told him waving the novel in my hands in the air. "Same," he told me and I smiled. I didn't know why I was happy that Justin and I shared something in common. I noticed the book in his hands and my eyes widened. The title of the book in his hands was KOVEX written by the same author of the book I was reading.

The book was that vile. Various thoughts ran in his mind and he could already connect it to the real cause of the ghost haunting. But just then, a loud sound of something breaking reverberated. From within the room, which Leyte speculated to be the bathroom, a scream suddenly broke out. It naturally made Ley dashed towards it. The book was still in his hands. After a few steps, he saw a man shrouded with a black aura fainting on the cold wet floor. This guy should be the one named Nathan Garcia, a horror writer, and the current owner of the cursed book.

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with. A. Gupta

“We need to find whoever is doing this before it’s too late. All things need balance, and when the balance is interrupted, catastrophe follows. Do you understand what I’m saying?” We all stand there and gaze at the book feeling the severity of what is going to come about. Kell’s hand tightens around mine reassuringly and points to the book. “Does this book tell you anything else?” Creighton turns the book over and pushes it closer. The book looks seriously old. The sheets are frayed and wrinkled, but what catches my eyes is the foreign writing on the pages. I move closer and hover my hand over the words. Creighton must see my fascination because he leans closer and whispers. “It’s in ancient

I saw him mad before but this, this is a whole new level of anger. “Would you look at that, all that rage. “ a mischievous smile pulls on Gustav’s face. “How can you love a monster like that, did he tell you about Mexico? About the drugs, the women? How much do you really know about him?” Gustav ask gazing into my soul, every word he speaks is like a stab to my heart. “DON’T!” Lorenzo roars as he tries to reach for me, but one guy pulls a gun and pushes it to my head.

Parang may maliit na bagay na nakaipit dito. Out of curiosity, agad ko ng kinuha ang librong 'yon mula sa shelf then dusted it off. "'Where the sun doesn't shine' by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme..?" I couldn't help but shook my head just reading the title at the cover page. This hardbounded black book was no doubt a novel, an old novel kaya ba't naman nandito ito? Was Mr. Romero also interested with this piece of crap? With disgust glare at that book, kinuha ko na lamang yong papel na nakaipit dito and then put that book back to the shelf.