Mexican Horror Legends Novels & Stories

"I'm just… I'm struggling to take it in that they exist. I thought they were merely legends…" "Like the humans believed that werewolves and other things that went bump in the night were merely folklore and scary tales to keep their unruly children in bed at night?" Lexi laughed at Felix's sheepish expression, "Sweet little furball, all Legends are rooted in truth, you should know that by now." Ann frowned as she listened to the back and forth and stifled a yawn as the exhaustion seemed to drop over her again like a cloud. "But, Lexi, if the Hellhounds are such amazing trackers, then why can't they track Aoife?" Ann asked as Felix's eyes widened in realization.

HE KEEPS WATCHING CHAPTER 83 [ And so he keeps his eyes wide like a hawk as they were trained across to her, never leaving ever actions as he dwelled, and pry…] To where it all starts, the street of Mexico unlike before ceased with noise. The door locked, each house that laid side-by-side have its lights on, if not off to repel the darkness, which looms. Or perhaps, a precaution not to feel entrapped as a victim of the killer who was terrorizing the road. It’s been months to whereas they had lived in terror. The fear they are filled with intensifies with the news uprooting, the death of the missing doctor, who had been set up inflamed. It was traumatizing. The sight of her burning body left

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

On the highest mountain in the woods, as the wind blew strongly rustling the trees, and the blue rays from the full moon illuminated the landscapes and grasses, two figures could be seen, completely naked speaking in hushed whispers. “It’s getting worse by the day. I am worried about what to do. Blood will be shed…. lots of it” One of the two figures, the female who was still sweating and panting after hours of running in the woods. Her companion shook his head slowly, and wrapped his arms around her. “It won’t get to that my love. I am sure it won’t’

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 don’t know yet.” Jameson scoffed. “Great. “So, if I understand correctly—we’re going to destroy an ancient Council that has been running the supernatural world for centuries, and at the same time, fighting off some kind of primordial horror that happens to be living in Lena’s head at the moment?” I sighed. “That about sums it up.” Jameson rubbed a hand over his face. “Fantastic.” Soraya, who had so far kept quiet, sighed. “It’s possible.”

- do - if being a vampire wasn't feeling fear, then Leticia wasn't a vampire, after all she felt fear and was filled with doubt. - Then she felt Miranda's hand on her arm and stared at her - feel the bones come together - and brought her hand to Augustus' shattered ankle, who was just watching the killing all around him and feeling angry that he couldn't save Soraia - then Leticia nodded, put her hand around Augustus' ankle and went squeezing and, really, feeling at her fingertips the bones realign and stick together as if by magic.

“Wow okay. I had no idea. Guess we’re both gonna be breaking some hearts on Monday when we show up together. “Guess so.” “Do you know anything else about your condition that might help us against this other guy?” Hayden thought deeply again. “I tried doing some research. There are some people out there who described encounters that sounded pretty accurate. Most were concentrated in the region of Chiapas, Mexico. The Lacandon Forest is there and has been around since the ancient Mayans. Here’s the interesting part. Stories in that region have been passed down for generations. They speak about monstrous wolf-man creatures called the ‘Nahual’. But get this, there’s also stories about creatures

"You are a pretty little thing, aren't you?" "Oh, sir. You don't have to flatter me. Trust me, I know that I am slowly wasting away. I see it in your eyes too. They are lifeless and soulless. My momma tells me that the La Amorita has gotten me and now my soul is gone." "The what?" "The La Amorita. It's a local legend from hundreds of years ago. I believe it came from Mexico." "She is the eater of souls and preys on those looking for love."