Mexican Scary Legends Novels & Stories

"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."

It was a diffuse feeling, difficult to pinpoint, but it gnawed at her like a psychic parasite. Kael, drawing upon his knowledge of ancient texts, discovered unsettling parallels between the whispers and legends of a race known as the Umbrae – shadow beings who thrived on negative emotions and could twist them into insidious weapons. The legends spoke of their eradication millennia ago, but could they have returned?

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.

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.

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