Mexican Gothic Characters Novels & Stories

*** Ambrosia who had taken up a new name Vencedor and his wife Mary who was now Margarita had to make sudden changes of plans. Mexico city hadn't been as friendly as they hoped for. There were so many vampires than they expected there. It was obvious to Vencedor as a former general of Lord Dracula's army that the vampire hierarchy knew he was somewhere in the city and were trying to smoke him out. He and his wife had only arrived a few days ago to the city but Vencedor knew to pull a fast and unexpected one on the vampire hierarchy as he did before, he must think and act 3 steps ahead. "My darling, we must leave the city at dawn", Vencedor said.

This creature from two ancestries that I hate so much, it is from the Mckylie and Rodriguez’s ancestry with no drop of my blood coursing through its vein. This unborn child, this monster growing in my womb is the offspring of Sheila Mckylie who is the great great granddaughter of the bully who ruined my life many years ago Gigi Mckylie and as if that is not enough she also happens to be the daughter of Alexandro Rodriguez, the man who had killed me a century ago, the man who continues to kill my kind with no ounce of remorse.

Did you sleep well? - Yes, Jennifer replies with a deadly look, I slept well, darling. - Slept well, master, Aïcha responds. - Are you ready for work? - No, I’m not going today, Jennifer tells me. - Why? Are you sick? - Yes, she still looks very angry at me. After eating, I call the three young girls into my office where I find Mario waiting for me. - Hello, Mario. - Hello, boss. - Hello everyone, I didn’t introduce myself officially; my name is Carlos Castro Vargas, the godfather of the Mexican mafia known as the royal eagle.

I translated, my hand now roving up and down her delectable thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She gave me another sweet, musical moan. I had never been more livid when Sergio, the head of the men I had ordered to keep an eye on her, called to inform me of where she was headed. I had never been more livid, but I had also been gripped with something else, a feeling I refuse to process or acknowledge. The Mexican cartel were infamous for their violence against women and her st u pid tutoring job had brought her dangerously close to the heart of their territory. To their den.

It was dark, haunting and extremely terrifying for a normal human to even think about it, let alone seeing it with their eyes. Calix shoved the Rossi Cartel's heiress, Lorena and her lover, Madox, inside the basement. The chained couple fell on the rugged ground with a vigorous force. Their already wounded bodies got badly bruised. “Boss, we got them….” Calix uttered to that brutal man, who was sitting on a chair, with a burning cigarette in his hand. His legs were crossed while his eyes peered at that couple in front of him, who dared to tarnish his reputation and name just for the sake of their f*cking love.

Kiara tilted her head while putting her elbow on the table leaning on her fist. "Yea. But if you excuse me, I have to visit the restroom." He looked at me before heading towards the bathroom. "I'll head to the ladies' too." I said. "Sure sure. I'll be at the dance floor." Kiara winked. I chuckled and left. As expected, he was waiting for me at the second floor. "Carmen Santini. The world's best assassin, niece of the Mexican Mafia, Blood Dragon." He smirked. "And Brian Garcia. Mexico's top criminal. " I crossed my arms.

I turn to the Mexican guy, ignoring Enzo's mutterings of a crazy woman. I wince at the up-close picture I got of his face. "I'm sorry man but they fucked you up," I told him in Spanish as I sat down. "Fuck you," he spat, not appreciating my honesty. I put up my hands in surrender. "Hey, I'm not here because I want to be. I'm just like you... just not tied up and less bloody, I guess." He scoffed, "No you're not. You're a disgrace to all Mexicans, working for this evil Gringo."

Piling up together in a wave of furred bodies and the light is blocked out by the mountain of them clambering together. "Come on, we're going to Sierra! NOW!!!..... She can tell us what the hell is going on, Chica. This is fucking terrifying. They don't know us!" Meadow takes one last desperate look at Cesar, her eyes welling up with tears and I glance at Colton, afraid to make eye contact when it hurts this much to see him like this. My heart ripping in two that he's a stranger to me and it's as though all his love and humanity is gone. Someone I don't know; he's never been like this in all the time I have known him, and I recoil as he lurches again and again at the barrier in an attempt to

His appearance seemed gentle, but his small eyes made people extremely uncomfortable. Jacob frowned. "What's he doing here?" Diana asked, "Do you know him?" "He's called Amparo, a Mexican who has been involved in illegal activities on the Mexican side. He has earned a fortune through those shady deals and even has his own armed forces. The local authorities there fear him. Now, Amparo is the biggest underworld captain over there. He's extremely dangerous, but he rarely leaves Mexico, so it's surprising to see him here." John sat in his chair, his expression indifferent. "When you expand your operations, you naturally want to reach further." He paused briefly, his phoenix-like eyes glinting.

Fear gripped us as we staggered backward, our hearts pounding in our chests. Guila, already consumed by tears, clung to me, seeking solace and protection. I held her close, our shared fear binding us together as we braced ourselves for whatever fate awaited us. "Come with us," one of the men commanded, grabbing my hand with a force that left my skin throbbing with pain. He spoke with a different accent, Mexican perhaps, but it didn't matter. Their intentions were clear, and I knew resistance would only lead to more suffering. I tried to struggle, but my defiance was met with a resounding slap that tore through my lips, leaving a sharp sting and metallic taste of blood. Guila's fierce protest