Mexican Scary Legends Novels & Stories

It seemed that Sasha, talking to the disinformation agents, managed to cover up that zombies, mummies and crows, flying with scarecrows, began to haunt their killers around the city. More than half of murder cases would be solved there, if their killers didn't commit suicide first... - You are using the other dead to divert attention that the real target is Oswald, right? – Sasha questioned the women as they returned to the city, in their limousines. - This is better than a diplomatic incident and a new witch hunt or persecution against the two communities of vampires and werewolves. - The old vampire said. Even at that hour, the old werewolf ran from the cemetery, being chased by the crows,

And those cold gray eyes locked right on me. I didn’t stop. Didn’t blink. Just walked straight to him, like I wasn’t scared of a damn thing. “Good morning, Lion Dickhead,” I said sweetly, like sugar coated in poison. His lips twitched, almost a smile. Bastard. “Team,” he said, ignoring my insult. “Meet The Revenant. The ghost that makes grown men cry. The reason half of Mexico sleeps with a gun under their pillow.” All eyes turned to me. I saw it right away, the doubt in their faces shifting to realization. Then fear. Good.

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

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.

“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

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.

I laugh. "Okay, so now at least I know we are going to a cabin in the middle of nowhere where there may or may not be a Bigfoot living," Claire laughs. "If you believe the people in town. You will believe that there is a Bigfoot. Many of them swore that they had seen a Bigfoot before. However, I know that they must have been drunk and seen a little monkey, or they must have seen a bear and have taken it for Bigfoot. According to the legends, there are also skinwalkers, which you are not to name in front of the local people. Just remember that. Never say that word in front of locals. There might also be a werewolf of two, or as they call it, a dogman," I laugh.

He most definitely has the house in some sort of 24 hours surveillance. Mary frowned her face, to show she was unhappy. "So where else can we go?" "Thinking of going to the werewolves territory now gives me the creeps", she said. She had a genuine concern. "Look how you miscalculated going to Mexico City. We couldn't even stay there a week and had to run for our lives. How are you sure this won't turn out even worse and by worse I mean us being killed?", she asked. She knew once they walked into the werewolves territory, there was no walking out. They would be spotted by the werewolf scouts and captured. If their visit is unwelcome, they could even become meals for the vampire hybrids.

"I'm looking for information about the town's history, particularly anything unusual or supernatural." She peered at me over her glasses, her eyes narrowing. "You're not the first one to come asking about that, you know. There's an old legend that's been passed down through generations. Some say it's just a tale, but others believe there's truth to it." My curiosity piqued, and I leaned closer, eager for any tidbit of information. "What legend?" "The legend of the Silverwood Curse," she whispered, her voice tinged with a mixture of caution and excitement. "It's said that those afflicted by the curse turn into vicious beasts under the light of the full moon. They become... werewolves."

However, the means to do so had always eluded me. "How can I do that?" I asked, eager for guidance. The woman's face lit up with a knowing smile. "Luna, are you aware of the legend of the dead coming back to life?" she asked quietly. The idea sounded grim, but it made me curious. "I am not familiar with it. What does the legend say?" "In ancient times, it was believed that if someone stepped over a corpse, it could reanimate and transform into a monstrous being. To prevent any supernatural repercussions, the person who stepped over it would have to step over it again," the woman explained.