Mexico Stories Horror Novels & Stories

“It's an account from a farmer in Mexico back in the late 1800s, about his wife. He writes that soon after suffering a strange puncture wound in her neck, which his wife said came from a man who bit her, she began behaving strangely.” Leesa thought of all her mom's strange behaviors. “Strangely how?” “The biggest thing was that whenever she killed a chicken to cook for dinner, she drank its blood.”

And when I could think I made sure to drink myself into a comatose state once again. It may have sounded cliched but when I left the first place I went to was Mexico. One: because of no extradition. Two: I had an ex-army buddy that moved there. He opened a bar and was kind enough to let me drink myself into oblivion while living in the room he had an above said bar. We reached the top. Miranda heaved and wheezed for breath, leaning over the edge of the building with a flushed face. By the way, her body dipped and curved in all the right places I knew she had been working out but it wasn't enough.

Can't you at least do this for us, just once, on your birthday. I agreed again because I was dumb. I was a fool to keep listening to them because all they were saying was, 'it is just a night –' yeah, just a night– I stepped out for some while because I couldn't stand the loud music when the fun began. I enjoyed the breeze, and looking up to the sky was an interesting view that night. I mean, it made me forgot where I was. I was burning in fierce joy, it was my day. A birthday was meant to be your happiest day, or one of your happiest day, but the shadow that moved closer to me suddenly made me realized it was just a mere saying. That saying wasn't true, it was lies, lies all along," my voi

’ I handed her the leftovers and left her alone. ‘Aren’t you going to eat?’ ‘I have lost my appetite.’ ‘Morning chomee.’ Anna greeted me the next day. ‘I’m sorry for arguing with you last night. It is just that I have heard horrible stories about people disappearing without a trace in this God-forsaken city and I worry a lot about you. You and I are like sisters.’ ‘Come on friend, God-forsaken? It is not that bad; you just need to get used to it.’

Enzo explained and Callum snapped his eyes in horror. "Otherwise they would have harmed Stephen". He said in a terrified tone. "They wouldn’t have actually. Since Stephen is hybrid. It's a bit different with him. The pack would have stood by him. Ace and Zol are vampires. They can only punish a vampire. Are you getting my point"? This time Max spoke.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

You could say that there are no ghosts in the world, and I could agree with you, but some people said that there are no werewolves in the world and we know for sure that they are, so… never say never. “I hate this place,” Sam said and looked around. “So many stories , horror stories that I get goosebumps just thinkin' about it.” “ I chose this place exactly for that. Because we all hate this place and it is the last place where Manganiello would think that we will come.”

They really just up and left us there to get gunned down. I looked at Thade, frowning. “It is weird,” I said finally. “Come on,” Mason said, “you think it’s some conspiracy?” “Anything’s possible in a war,” Thade said. “Wasn’t a war then.” “Was, we just didn’t know about it,” I said. “Look, you guys can’t deny that it was weird the way the Mexicans just up and ran.” “They were barely getting shot at,” Thade said. I nodded at him. “I’m with Thade on this one. I think it was strange.”

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.

From the televisions of all establishments, businesses and homes the news of the day - the most cruel and feared vampire is dead. Julio Cesar had been burned to ashes and his ashes were collected on the ground of the werewolf camp in the forest. Apparently, his own offspring and ex-girlfriend Soraia had killed him. -How? -No one knows, but what matters is that the days of peace will return. - That's what you think," murmured Maya as she watched the news on the laptop on her lap, sitting on the kitchen table in her house, having her evening 'snack'. On one of the many borders of Lacrimal city, policemen were doing their rounds, unaware that among the trees they were being closely watched by c