Mexican Scary Legends Novels & Stories

I asked quietly, wondering how much longer we could all stare at each other. He swallowed so hard I could see the lump in his throat from the other end of the table. I glanced over at Elliott, and even he looked concerned. That didn’t sit well with me, and I was glad when Brandon’s hand slid down to my knee beneath the table. Schmitz cleared his throat, and when he began to speak, his voice was shaking. “Back in my day, there was a legend about a mysterious creature who resided in the hills near the small town of Klet.” I knew that Klet was a mountain near Linz because of the work I’d done to find Giovani. “Even though most of my family had Transformed as young as possible, none of us were e

Before I fell asleep, I heard something interesting that woke me up immediately. "Our mission this time seems simple, but I feel a bit scared. Do people think that legend is true?" a girl's voice. "I don't know if it's real, but it's scary that there's a monster that likes to eat corpses living on this planet. When we're cleaning up those corpses, it might attack us thinking we're taking food with it." Some man spoke in a low voice like he was trying to scare everyone.

Laura I'm not easily agitated. Scary movies never made me jump back in high school. My friends never managed to startle me. I can't even remember being afraid of the dark, and I wasn't the slightest unnerved by tales of monsters and ghosts. But I'm terrified now. My pulse is drumming against my neck, and I shake as I lift my chin to face the most enormous creature I've ever seen. The legends said the Lycans were giants, but really?

Amara was in a way relieved that her grandfather still lives and on the other hand in tenterhooks - he was in death clutches. A transperant screen suddenly pops up and she saw a vision in it. A thick rope was tied around the throat of Lima. She was going claustrophobic and almost on the brink of losing her life. "Please no...." Amara yelled to the ghost. "Do not kill her." She pleaded. "You have just ten minutes of time. Get dressed and be ready for our first night. Or else you know the repercussion. Just as the fakir and Lima died all your family will reach the lord." The vampire threatened.

“Begging won’t help. When we get back to the real world, I’ll beat you to death!” In the horror game, players couldn’t attack other players, or they would suffer backlash. But in the real world, there were no such rules. “Just right, I’m hungry. I’ll try the burrito you made.” Jack grabbed the deluxe burrito and stuffed it into his mouth. But he suddenly bit into something foreign. He spat it out and found a severed finger. Terrified, he immediately threw the burrito away and slapped me several times. “Damn it, who told you to put something like this inside?”

Surprisingly, my mood started to lift. "Ever heard that legend?" Sebastian asked as he walked ahead. "What legend?" "They say twilight's that time when weird stuff shows up. Some folks call it 'the witching hour.' That's when dark creatures appear. They can shape-shift into people or even take over someone if they're careless. They'll call your name-and if you answer... boom, they snatch your soul." His voice was smooth, like velvet dipped in espresso-deep and rich. Carried by the breeze, his words painted a low-key eerie yet oddly enchanting scene.

A black butterfly perches on my thumb, wings fanning the scent of rot and jasmine. “Bon (Good).” I step toward Mamá Marisol’s bubbling ajíaco (healing stew), the pot brimming with okra and crab claws. “You taught me ghosts starve without fear, non (right)?” Marisol clutches her medalla (saint medal), the silver Virgin Mary glinting. Her hands still bear burns from last summer, when Esteban’s men torched her herb garden. “Oye, niña (Listen, girl),” she whispers, “this is darker than *Papa Legba’s* tricks.”

I'll take you to a land far away from us," interrupted Helena Loren and said sarcastically: Curses, werewolves, and their magic. Your imagination is very wide. (Then I continued earnestly after that): Are you really going to believe this nightmare? Of course, you are not crazy to believe that this nightmare has any meaning.

But I couldn't risk the humans learning about an old Wolf People Clan trick that not even my father, the Great Chief Wolfpaw, can perform. After performing the spell, I didn't want to expose Lucia for what she was. She is a Wolf Clan member now, my mate for life. We haven't mated yet, but under the moon of the goddess Luna, I swore my vows. I vowed to love her until the day I died. It's a strong bond between Lucia and me, and the day I am allowed to be inside her is the day a great reckoning will break through. The Ghost and the legends of old will be after us until my time as Chief ends. It's the way of things. The townspeople say that the Ghost is a science experiment that was let loose on

She said, seeing him raise a brow with interest. "Go on." He nodded for her to continue. She bit her lip, looking around the dining room again. The other patrons appeared to be too involved with their own conversations to take any heed in what they were discussing, but Amira didn't want to risk anything. She shifted herself dangerously close to him, lowering her voice a bit to not draw attention to herself, "Even though we do go after the big names: Vampires, Werewolves and Dark Witches, we also take down creatures that hide in their legends. For example," She tapped her chin thoughtfully, "last summer while Jax and I were traveling through New Mexico, we took down a Skinwalker that kept imp