Mexican Scary Legends Novels & Stories

"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.

Alex makes sure we are all comfortable before she begins “Okay, well when the two of you left, I was looking at the stuff we had read on the internet and I accidentally click on a random website called ‘monsters’ at first I was thinking, this is just going to be about random monsters from movies, but it wasn’t.” She pauses as though the next part of the story is absolutely horrifying, but with a little squeeze to her knee from Ash, she is able to keep going. “It said Ma Vista’s are not really known in the world today, but long ago they were known all over the world as ‘people with sight.’ Today they are starting to lose the battle against monsters. With more people dying every year you would

The moon shines fully, illuminating the darkness outside and providing a glint of light to Svetlana’s eyes as she stared up at it while she sat on a bench with Ahrio next to her. “There’s a legend in Southeast Asian countries that whenever it’s the full moon, ghosts, monsters and other scary supernatural beings appear and roam the world of the living. Do you know that?” Svetlana shared one of those horror stories she had heard from her childhood. Smiling, she glanced at Ahrio and caught him just staring at her face like he’s engrossed about everything about her. “Really? Do those supernatural beings include goddesses? Coz I’m definitely seeing one right now.”

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’

He came back to the counter with two glasses of what looked like very dark beer, except for this one was dark greenish. "Well, I think we did see one ghost," Domi said, slightly panting, "Or at least, she did." She gave the details to the bartender, like the person that just tells a scary story, but she was surprised when he answered. "There's a legend through the mirrors that says that he's kind of grim reaper. They say that only people near death can see him. The legend says that he comes to get the lost souls the earth rippers can't pick, so that's the people who die in their sleep.

She laid it in front of me and began pacing around the office. “You don’t understand. I get that. They all sound like a bull when you don’t know them. So we’ll cut to the chase. To make things more... understandable, let's say, all the legends are true.” She paused and waited for me to react, when I stared blankly at her, she gestured to the giant scroll she placed in front of me. On uncertain moves, I reached for it and flipped the old cover to reveal very, very, very disturbing pictures. “Oh my God!” I whispered when my eyes laid at the portrait of a vampire, and a blood-pet.

“Don’t,” Don’t what? Run? Say I told you so? But before I can ask, the girl’s shrill scream fills the entire house. It’s ear splitting and brain numbing. Oh shit. My question of her being a pawn or a player is answered. I never came across one of them before, but the legends are fearsome. A banshee’s scream can immobilize, permanently deafen and in some cases, kill.

But I dreamt of that place exactly on my every birthday. I realised everyone was looking at me expectantly. "Actually, I do have one strange dream! On my every birthday, I would dream of a completely dark place with eighteen stairs..." "How do you know it was exactly eighteen stairs when it was dark?" Rio questioned me doubtfully. Yamuna (a vampire) scolded him to let me complete.

Because I know…this time she is my happiness. "Then do what you like Alqamar. Let's see what fucking happens," she said and walked out. I clenched my jaw. When I met Lexis again, she asked about the tradition. I don’t know who’s her grandmother is, but I felt like she knows a thing about it. But obviously, the people here in San Isidro knows that because every full moon a lifeless human body is always seen in the morning. But Lexis is a simple-minded girl. She still doesn’t understand things.