Mexico Stories Horror Novels & Stories

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

She could be strong. Tijuana, the deadliest and most dangerous city in all of Mexico. This place was bad than bad itself. Everyday, at least five souls were terminated under gruesome circumstances. Drugs and other atrocities were not alien to this city. Tijuana was home to some of the richest drug lords too, and also the home to a deadly Mafia brotherhood. Unfortunately, Avril's destination was this city. She arrived on a very dusty evening, alongside Freddie. He took her to a club and pulled her through the crowd of people dancing. The looks Avril received were frightening, she couldn't even concentrate on walking. So many times, people intentionally brushed against her. They were trying to

She said, seeing him raise a brow with interest. "Go on." He nodded for her to continue. She bit her lip, looking around the dining room again. The other patrons appeared to be too involved with their own conversations to take any heed in what they were discussing, but Amira didn't want to risk anything. She shifted herself dangerously close to him, lowering her voice a bit to not draw attention to herself, "Even though we do go after the big names: Vampires, Werewolves and Dark Witches, we also take down creatures that hide in their legends. For example," She tapped her chin thoughtfully, "last summer while Jax and I were traveling through New Mexico, we took down a Skinwalker that kept imp

These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up. Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle—No one can handle Scottish folklore with elements of the darkest horror, science fiction and fantasy, suspense and adventure like William Meikle. The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant—Offered for the first time in a collected format, this selection features ten gripping and darkly imaginative stories by Taylor Grant, a Bram Stoker Award® nominated author and rising star in the suspense and horror genres. Grant exposes the terrors that hide beneath the surface of our ordinary world, behind people’s masks of normalcy, and lurking in the shadows at the farthest

Lena gripped my hips and thrust up hard to meet me, fucking me even deeper. “That’s it, baby. Use my cock. Show me what a cock-hungry whore you are for your best friend’s sister.” I rode her harder, faster, my juices running down her shaft and balls. Lena reached up and choked me lightly while I fucked her, her eyes locked on mine. “I own this pussy now,” she growled. “Every time you see Maya, you’ll remember how I destroyed these holes.” The dirty words pushed me over the edge again. I came violently, screaming her name as my pussy clenched and squirted around her thick cock.

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

he said, forcing cheer into his voice, “how’s everyone feeling? Spooked yet?” Marla gave him a brittle smile. “You should turn that off. It attracts them.” Lucas laughed, but Emily noticed how he hesitated before lowering the camera. She crouched by the fire pit, arranging wood and struggling with the lighter. Her hands shook more than she wanted to admit. “This isn’t just about stories, you know,” she said quietly. “People died here. Disappeared.” Vanessa scoffed. “And every small town has its local ghost story. There’s no documented evidence.”

Miranda swallowed hard before answering, her voice trembling. Everything was normal… until that day. I was asleep in my room when I woke from a nightmare—blood everywhere, murder, terror. At first, I thought it was just a dream, but soon Mr. Hussein and his wife started having the same visions. Sophia, too. No one in the villa was safe anymore. Fear gripped us. We saw shadows, figures haunting us. I saw one myself in my room. Doors slammed shut for no reason. Strange noises rose from every corner. And when night fell… the house turned into a nightmare. Voices, screams, movements. They only disappeared when we turned on the lights.

Cody asks? "I was scared last night when Maximus almost raped me. But I got him off. I want you Cody. Some day, I'll have you. But last night made me realize how scared all of this has made me. It's happening so fast. I'm a witch, a future queen, and there's an evil ghost trying to kill me. A year ago if you'd have told me a horde of spiders was coming after Saint Maria I would have called you a liar. If someone told me unicorns and werewolves existed I would have called you mad. But here I am witnessing things my grandma only read to me in books. That's life I suppose. Shall we continue to the Luna Mountain? We need to get whatever powerful magic lives under it's protection."

Back to Dante and Julie Dante and Jullie stepped out of the taxi into the heart of Mexico City, the vibrant energy of the place a stark contrast to the grim task they were about to undertake. The air was filled with the sounds of street vendors, the scent of tacos al pastor, and the distant melody of a mariachi band. They walked toward a small, unassuming cafe, its faded awning a splash of red against the beige walls. Inside, the scent of fresh coffee and pastries hung in the air, a comforting aroma that did little to ease their nerves.