Santa Muerte Stories Novels & Stories

Jacke rushed forward and slashed his scythe through her chest, piercing her wicked heart, and put the barrel of his hand cannon against her forehead. "IN THE NAME OF LADY MUERTE, WE CAST YOU OUT OF THE NECROPOLIS YOU WRONGFULLY CLAIMED FOR YOURSELF, BRUJA!" He shouted as he pulled the trigger on his gun, firing the last round he had into her head, and as she fell her very spirit caught ablaze. Her body burned until there was nothing but ashes left to be scattered by the winds, and in her place, Lady Muerte stood with La Bruja's spirit by her side. "Thank you, boys, for tidying up my home a good bit. I know the void monster is still flying about, but I have no doubt that won't last too much l

"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."

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

Santiago muttered. Santiago hates three kinds of people 'Thieves, liars and double-crossers.' the scumbag who has been stealing from him just signed himself a death warrant.

I said without allowing the caller to say anything more. “ Ok, what kind of report is it?” She asked in a Spanish accent “ Some one has killed vultures and assembled them in a KILLER word in front of my compound,” I explained. “ Please sir, can you identify yourself and your location?” The female caller responded. “ Yes, I am Dante Moritto,” I said and the call went silent. “ And your address sir?” She asked and I gave her my address. “ We shall send some cops over to see what exactly is going on” She answered.

"That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha was off doing who-knows-what!" A murmur of agreement rises, voices overlapping. "That stranger granted our wishes like a true leader should!" "He’s an angel sent by the Goddess!" "He gave us food when we were starving!" "He kept our homes warm through the brutal winters!" The old man straightens, his voice ringing with finality. “We don’t want Alpha Elijah anymore. We’ve already decided—we want the mysterious man as our Alpha. We named him… Alpha Santa!” I blink. I stare. I try to hold it in.

By the time she got her bearings right, Susanna was seated again and unruffled, smiling apologetically at the Custodios who were watching to separate whatever fight would break out. Mor laughed, even if her cheeks blazed red. She tasted copper, letting her tongue flick over the second split lip she had in one day. “You will die tonight,” Susanna promised. “An hour before midnight. It will be slow and painful. You will cry as you bleed and no one will heed your call. It will be the worst thing you have ever experienced and these walls will be the only witness as you crawl, leaving behind your bloody trail as your insides threaten to spill from your stomach. You will die an unremarkable death,

Mathias exclaimed, a hint of excitement and curiosity lacing his words. Mrs Fernanda's laughed echoed through the room as she started revealing the dark secrets. "You know nothing at all," she sneered mockingly, her tone filled with a mixture of amusement and disdain. "A child can't be different from her father, DIABLO (devil), VAMPIRA (vampire), HÍBRIDA (hybrid), ABOMINACIÓN (abomination). And she must die, or else she will bring death to us all, just like her father has been doing for generations."

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”

. “I salute the Fire God León de Fuego.” “Interfering with life and death in the human world is a big crime, but I want to ask you, what crime did Luz de Luna Plateada commit that she had to live in such suffering, in the end having to commit suicide? I know that a person who commits suicide will not be eligible to be a human in the next life.” The God of Fire León de Fuego looked coldly at the table that had been smashed by the judge of hell and the notebook that regulated the life and death of mankind, he lifted a chair, and calmly sat down, waiting for an answer. of the judge of hell. The judge of hell hastily picked up the notebook that regulates the life and death of the human world. "S