Mexican Horror Legends Novels & Stories

Mexico is beautiful! The beaches are white, the ocean an amazing shade of blue, and the house we rented is to die for! I might have to persuade my brother to go in with me to buy it. It’d be nice to have a place to soak up some sun and relax. The downside is that there isn’t really anywhere to shift when you’re feeling like shit. I asked Rose about the shifter myths in Mexico, and, except the one about the chupacabra, she didn’t really know any. I still didn’t want to be mistaken for the goat eating cryptid, so shifting was out.

Even that big Mosnar realized she tested him. Mosnar growled through his shattered teeth. “If that’s the best you got little Queen, you’re going back to the land of the dead.” “Come and make good your boast,” she laughed, eyes afire and on him. “Is it true the legend Gorias La Gaul ate you for supper?” He smiled his bloody grin and many in the crowd clapped, having heard such a tale. “That your soul was contained within him for all of his life after that?” Eyes unblinking, still moving around him, Tancorix said, “Gorias didn’t . . . well, in death that is . . . no one lives forever . . . ”

Eoin replied not looking up from the file as he continued to scan the paperwork. "are we certain its Azetc thats narrowing it down alot those could be the base of alot of spells?" Ash asked having finished picking up the books and dropping into the seat next to me. "Sage listed potentials but narrowing down the areas the blood indicated to in Mexico and the fact its likely Maria's blood and we know the Serrano family are El Nahual shifters it narrowed the odds massively for it to be Azetc. The El Nahual are prominent in Aztec lore and culture." he answered leaning forward on his desk.

His lips meet mine in a passionate kiss. When he puts me down, I am breathless and flushed and he is too. After Miguel catches his breath he says, “I’m sorry I kept you waiting. It was not easy getting here. There are phantoms about. I have heard many tales even as far south as I was about these shadow beings, The Shades.” “I told you they were behind the death of my parents,” I say. “Yes and they are making a mess all over the place, then there are The Riders. La Muerte Sanguine are even afraid of them,” he intones.

This shadow, this darkness with fangs, it had the power to stipulate how they dreamed and that made him crazy with need to blow the creature’s head off. “This is a local legend about nightmares, a satanic sorcerer, and black magic. It is titled as Shadows and Blood, and is 50 years old. Folklore, through songs and words and this guy had recorded it down, a little and a lot of his own story.” She looked at the book, biting her lips, forehead crinkling in concentration. “Sound gory and ancient and I have never heard of this.” Art said as he struggled to open his tired eyes. It burned from the lack of sleep. Aurora looked tired as well, but she was dogged to finish the book, to find anything mo

He was the second strongest fighter after Kevin and also one of the Wright family's survivors. "That's right, I know what they were." Tora nodded, looked at the others, and his Adam's apple bobbed: "Those should be evil creatures recorded in ancient books—Blood Ghouls." Hearing the name, everyone froze. Mouths fell open in disbelief and horror. Chantelle could not help herself. "Captain Tora, please. That's impossible. Creatures like that are myths, just legends. They don't actually exist." Tora's face darkened. "Ms. Garcia, I've lived through hell tonight. Do I look like I'm in the mood to joke?"

I turned the heels of my foot to walk out from there but- He said that he need to treat his wounds by me without any police's interference, it might be a severe injury if police is coming into picture at any case. I sighed frustratedly and went into the dark building, hoping I would find him somewhere. I passed through doorless opening of the building, it felt like I crossed an invisible shield and entered in a cold aura. With the help of my flashlight I witnessed some smoothie thick spider webs, lizards, bats, grey wool furred grubby rat and what not expected in a typical rumoured haunted place.

the man bellowed, grabbing broken a chunk of wood that had been chipped into a very sharp angle. "No one will be killing anyone," Pakuri said as her hands lit up. She hurled a fireball at the block of wood the man was holding, setting it on fire. People screamed, backing away from her. The man instantly dropped the now lit chunk of wood, as smoke billowed out of it at his feet. "Karaina?" someone said. "They're Karainas!" "Witches!" "HOOVAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Someone yelled even louder, making everyone turn to look at Marcellus and Scarlett. "THEY'RE COMING FROM ARANDANA!"

I burst out laughing. "You think Tom sent that text? That was me." Jacob's face went slack. "You don't mean Edgar…" Exactly. I killed Edgar. As a kid, I used to torture animals, watching them writhe and die in pain. It wasn't that the idea of doing it to people had never crossed my mind. I found doing it myself to be boring. Getting others to do it was the real high. Toying with someone's mind and keeping them in my palm was what hooked me.

On the afternoon of February 1st, everyone was talking about the death of the monster child. Many testified that his adoptive parents left him to starve, but others dared to claim that he was murdered. One of his neighbors said she heard screams coming from the Caraballo's house that resembled those of a child crying out for mercy. She also said that she did not dare to go out of fear.