Mexican Scary Legends Novels & Stories

Nothing was tidy. Ashford's voice drew me back. "And while we examine these events, consider the stories whispered alongside history—legends that grew in the shadow of war. Accounts of spectral soldiers, creatures that struck fear in the night, even rumours of vampires and lycanthropes in the borderlands. Some claim myth arose to explain horrors that cannot be rationalised; others insist the world is wider, stranger, than history alone can tell." My fingers tightened around the pen. Centuries of lived experience, of watching humans grasp at shadows while the truth prowled beneath, stirred in my chest.

“They say dusk is the witching hour—a supernatural time when demons and spirits hidden in the dark emerge. Some take human form, others possess people and walk among us. They might suddenly call your name, and if you answer… your soul gets devoured.” His deep, mellow voice, rich like liqueur-filled chocolate, drifted with the evening breeze, wrapping the tale in a mysterious, magical charm. Candice paused for three seconds, then gasped dramatically, “How scary~~~” “No need to be afraid, just a legend. I thought it was interesting, so I told it.” “It is interesting. But—does it only work if they call your name? What if, say, a kid calls out ‘Mom’? If the mom answers, does that count?”

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.

Something close to fear. "You really want to know?" she asked. Lucas leaned forward. "Tell us." Lila took a breath. "Have you ever heard the legends of the Madredard Drakkons?" Jake scoffed. "You mean those ancient monsters? The ones from fairy tales?" Lila shook her head. "They weren’t fairy tales. They were real." Lucas stared at her. "What proof do you have?" "The Witches of Weddard told me," she said simply.

“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

“The myth of the night where the Great vampire prince, awakens. The one who has the ability to make the dead undead?” “I don’t believe in those legends or myths, Garza. I’ll just see my parents as soon as possible and be done with it,” I replied him. “You might not believe it, child. But be careful, for whoever awakens him, becomes his bride till eternity,” I scoffed at his words, breathing it off and leaving Julian with him as he had bad feeling about literally everything. Here is me now, presently. I’m trying not to be scared because from my experience in horror movies, ghosts didn’t made people die. It was themselves.

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.