Mexican Gothic Book Novels & Stories

I shook my head at the ridiculous thoughts my mind always decided to push on me in times of worry, pushing away from the door and turning my attention to the room. I spotted the giant bookshelf behind Garren's desk and walked over to it. I randomly picked a book and plopped myself down into Garren's chair. The sweet smell of smoke and fresh rain wrapped around me, sending a calming wave through me. I opened the book and started to read. It was a book about Dragon history, and to my surprise, it was in English. Though, some parts had symbols and phrases that were in an old dialect I had never seen before. An hour passed, and despite how fascinating the book was, my mind kept drifting back to

Vanessa The wedding is moved from the sanctuary to the reception area, where the room is nearly as large as the previous one. As the guests fill the space, finding their designated seats, a team of attentive waiters' weave through the crowd, presenting trays laden with an array of mouthwatering dishes. Each circular table is adorned with an elegant glass bowl filled with colorful Mexican candies. Meanwhile, the mariachi band continues to play covers of popular songs in the background. Surrounded by this many people for the first time since my mom's funeral, I sense my social energy depleting rapidly. Staying close to Diego, we navigate through a sea of greetings and congratulations from a mu

“That no cage holds forever. And no warden stays vigilant through every century.” He turned from the window. “Get some sleep, Cara. Tomorrow’s another ordinary day.” But as he climbed the stairs, the house didn’t feel ordinary. It felt like a sanctuary in a gathering storm. A quiet place where echoes of the past were starting to bleed through. And somewhere far away, in a world of dust and daylight, one of those echoes was waking up. --- Somewhere in rural Mexico — 5:17 AM Diego Vega woke with a gasp, hand pressed to his chest, fingers searching for a wound that wasn’t there.

It was dark and raining when they arrived in Mexico city. The car stopped in front of a bungalow which was painted brown. Emilia pulled him out of the car with his luggage beside him and they both rushed into the building with the rain splashing all over them. Everywhere looked strange to him as they walked into the house. The lights were dim and he couldn't see clearly. The sitting room was small, compared to the one at his Father's mansion. There were three Sofas and a small glass table in the middle of the room. A soft music was playing in the background and the smell of jade perfume filled the room.

Maybe if she were a little less impolite, I would have just brushed her off and focused on solely getting back at Gabriella for the embarrassment but no, she just had to talk down to me and that in my book, is unforgivable. We finally got inside the place and I swear, if I thought the exterior of the place was disgusting, I had no idea that it was only a tip of the iceberg. The interior looked, felt and smelt like a place where hundreds of people had died in a not so good way and it sent a crazy, creepy shiver down my spine. "I thought you said this is the best you've got?" I asked an unbothered Chris who simply glared at me briefly before looking away.

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There were better things to come. Knocking at her door, I immediately panicked realizing her scent was faint. After waiting and no response, I pushed open the unlocked door unprepared for the sight before me. Her bed was made, bathroom empty, and the small number of objects she had accumulated during her short stay were gone. There was no trace of her. No. No. No. She didn’t… I picked of the scent of Manix approaching quickly as I dropped down on her bed unable to breathe or think straight. The words he said barely register, but still, did do so much damage as the cold reality hit me.

Maybe it all came from the lingering frustration about every little thing since my little family reunion at school. I tried not to think about it. Or anything else in particular but as you know it’s quite hard to keep your mind blank, so yeah, not much luck. I switched on the lamp beside my bed taking out my Creatures of the Moon book, I was reading something about Wendigos the last time if I could recall well. Vicious creatures, I tell you. These were the true creatures of the night. More deadly than vampires in my opinion. I sighed through the pages buying out time, as the minutes whisked away.

Ximena places her stuff quickly in a neat pile and I place the box on the ground before unpacking it. The thick books are all looking really old, with leather bindings, golden lettering, and thick yellow paper. I read the covers; Magia elemental, La historia de la magia, Un testimonio de la cacería de la brujas en la Espana, Guía de brujas, Libro de encantamientos, Libro de los muertos, Leyedas mágicas and book with no letters on its covers, just an upside down tree. I wonder what that one is about. For everyone wondering, here are the translations:

“What are you doing? “ Following your suggestion. Madison answered. Doing a little research. Madison used her telekinesis to rapidly move the pages of the book, hoping to find answers to each of the girls’ enemies. “Wait a minute. Where did you get that book? “June said. “I mean I have skimmed through this library a million times and I never even seen that one,” “I just saw poking out of the shelf down there. I cannot explain it, but I think this might give us the answers we need,” “Mysterious cakes. Strange books. Talking cats. After everything we have gone through so far, nothing is going to surprise me again,” April G remarked as she shook her head. Madison stopped flipping through the bo