Mexican Scary Legends Novels & Stories

The very statement was enough for Alice to lose her breath. Scorpion were the most dangerous gang of Mexico. They are feared by all. There root are also spread in Italy and many other countries…. “Y-you must be joking?! Leonardo!! Tell me you are joking!” “I am sorry Alice…” Leonardo said in utter shame. “Oh God! Oh God! I can’t believe you Leonardo!! You have kept me in so much dark!! Why in hell were you crying?!” Alice asked worriedly feeling that their was more to this news…. “Alice..they will kill me soon! I am so scared Alice!! They will not leave me alive!!”

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.

Too exhausted to talk, and on the path to the hag’s house, which was luckily free of dangerous creatures, night fell on us. Thinking back on it, we had tried a lot. I could imagine people dying from being covered in those scorpions. They wouldn’t even have had a chance. If they had survived the scorpions, their souls could have been ripped apart from their bodies, by those jealous corpses, or they could have fought among themselves, and killed each other under the illusion Lucien and I were put under. If they happened to be alone, then the corpses could have gotten them because the fear alone would not allow them to think of anyone else. It would finish them.

Leticia fell to her knees on the ground next to Augustus, who made pained faces. - First turn into a vampire," Miranda commanded, and Leticia took a deep breath, "out of habit," she closed her eyes and reopened them black with blood-ruby in the center, "now take Augusto's ankle and squeeze it with all your vampire strength. - 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.

He paused, taking a deep breath. “Even harder to explain away is that there appear common threads to the legends. Nearly always, it has to do with the body of someone recently interred. With a body rising again. Almost always, the soul has died in a way which was unharmonious—a suicide, or murder, for example. Someone who had left the earth in a way of great calamity. In the legends, these unsettled souls rise again, after burial. In some legends, they merely visit their families; in others, they are more aggressive, and seek out blood. Blood is the common theme.”

Roselle doesn't, but she's not sure about that because she notices that sometimes she gets scared whenever there's a demon but she pretends not to see anything. Sicario has only one suspicion, Roselle has already grabbed Alessia's necklace. When it lands on a normal person, the secret world and creatures will be opened to their eyes. Demons and immortals. "G-grandpa...the monster killed them." Alessia suddenly turned blue when she lost her stupor. "There's a monster... there's a monster..." she cried again and again so Sicario hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry my granddaughter...Grandpa won't let the monsters hurt you." He promised the child that she still wouldn't stop crying.

"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.

This shadow, this darkness with fangs, it had the power to stipulate how they dreamed and that made him crazy with need to blow the creature’s head off. “This is a local legend about nightmares, a satanic sorcerer, and black magic. It is titled as Shadows and Blood, and is 50 years old. Folklore, through songs and words and this guy had recorded it down, a little and a lot of his own story.” She looked at the book, biting her lips, forehead crinkling in concentration. “Sound gory and ancient and I have never heard of this.” Art said as he struggled to open his tired eyes. It burned from the lack of sleep. Aurora looked tired as well, but she was dogged to finish the book, to find anything mo

"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."

As for Jack, he stood some distance away from all of them. Father asked Anne to needle the tip of her index finger and put the dripping blood into a small bowl of water. Father then recited spell after spell, and was greeted by the sect members who repeated the incantation while raising their hands and walking around them. A moment later, Anne felt that her head was hurting terribly. She couldn't help it and screamed out loud. Her eyes began to turn white and blood came out of her nose. Anne looked up and grinned horribly. For a moment Anne's face took on the appearance of a demon, which it wasn't her.