Mexican Horror Legends Novels & Stories

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.

He says dismissively. “That girl is not their mate. She was Silas’s mate. They clearly killed him to get her.” One of the Wolves snaps. Before anyone else can reply a man stands up. His eyes are blood red, alarmingly so, and I wonder if he’s a vampire. I know they exist, though I’ve never seen one before. “You will have your turn to speak. We are in Blood Rose Lands. They claim they were attacked last night, so we will hear them first.” He says.

Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin. On the inside, the cabin was small but had a homey feeling to it. There were two closed doors on the far side of the room, a small table in the middle of the room, and some counter space. The shelves on the wall had various stuff on them. There were also some dead animal bones on the wall. “All we have at the moment is some fruit from the garden. It’s not poisonous or anything; plus it will still be good for several more days,” Alexis said as she handed Angel some. He looks at them for a little bit then picks up one and starts to eat. Drake smiles, “Alright, where can I find these monsters and how can I kill them?” Both Ale

He needed to decide how he would deal with any fallout. Yolanda sighed. She’d forgotten again that these men were amateurs to real magic and the supernatural. “Whoever is doing this knows real magic and is messing with life magic, otherwise known as blood magic or death magic. It’s banned across the board, but they need the key thing: blood or heart’s blood, to be exact. Are you familiar with how Aztecs would take the beating heart out of their victims? Yeah, well, same principle. However, the heart’s blood from a human versus a supernatural creature works differently. All has changed in forty years. Something similar like this happened on any grand scale. That time they were using shifter’s

said Johnson, “Like one of them, whatchamacallit?” “Urban legends,” said Taylor. “Yeah,” said Johnson. “It’s spooky.” “You ever hear the one about the girl? You know, the hitchhiker girl on the old north county road,” said Sullivan. “No,” said Johnson. “If you drive out there alone at night, you might see her,” smirked Sullivan. “She’s real pretty. Gorgeous. And she stops cars and asks for a ride, see? And then she tries to get you to go into the woods with her and if you go you’ll get lost and then she disappears.”

As a citizen in Mexico, there is two words you got to fear most. Except and unless you do not value your life any more, oh yeah! ‘THE BLOODS’ is the only two words that causes cold chill to run down Mexican citizens’ spine. They fear the words like any one would fear death and they always try their possible best not to have any thing in common with it. The bloods are the most callous and dangerous association in Mexico, even the government has failed many times to bring them down.

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’

Hybrid. This one word bounced inside my mind as I tried to grasp the meaning of it. There was no reliable information about creatures being a mix of werewolf and vampire. According to the legends, there was a tiny possibility of a child of a vampire and a werewolf being born, but no records were found to prove that. To give us any information, Leo read the notes that Doctor Will Duarte provided after examining the body of one of the degenerates.

I look at a mirror in the corner of my grandma's attic and hear scurrying on my grandma's roof. A creature with large eight legs appears in the attic window. The legs are hairy and black, and stretch across the glass as they twitch. In the mirror I see my reflect, my eyes glow and my fists tighten. My voice speaks the elder magic as Cody and Chief Wolfpaw become wolves again. I put the magic books in my bag as quickly as I can, as the house becomes invaded by the large spiders of the St. Maria forest.