Santa Muerte Stories Novels & Stories

— “And he has never been with a woman, people say he had been married before and had a son with his wife but his whole family was murdered. He has had a tough life.” She listened intently as Adina continued, her voice low and urgent. "There are stories—scary myths that have been passed down among the staff. They say Dante's uncle was involved in dark rituals, and that Dante learned everything from his uncle. Some say he’s cursed, that the shadows follow him wherever he goes."

I closed my eyes and leaned against the counter. I was trying to proof myself, that i wasn't just another spoiled Montgomery playing doctor for fun, that I was capable, useful, smart, instead I got suspended for sleeping with my patient, who also happens to be a murder. I laughed briefly, walked towards the cabinets to get a drink. Taking a sip, I groaned softly, and pressed my palm against my eyes. I am crazy.

Luca crossed the room, brushing her hair from her face. “You don’t have to be fire every night. Even storms need sleep.” Amara leaned into him, her voice lower. “I’m afraid if I stop, the darkness will catch me.” He kissed her jaw. “Then I’ll stay awake with you.” Santero wasn’t a myth. He was real. Alive. And buried deep in the red alleys of Granada, protected by priests who didn’t pray to God and ghosts that remembered blood. They found him through one of Amara’s old cartel ties — a Dominican named Cas.

"You may not believe it, but I met a few people who forbade me to come here, especially tonight." "The Day of the Ember Ghost," Dante said. "I'm glad they still talk about that. It's one of my favorite stories, actually. The day when the ember ghost emerges from his hell hole to find his next victim. Or was it the day of bad luck when no fisherman is allowed to go out to sea." Dante laughed. "Some of the locals looked pretty scared when they tried to prevent me from coming here. They really believed in their superstitions," said Jon.

My eyes were dancing around, two demons invading the witches' land, if I lose a single strand of my hair I will make sure to kill that girl called Alora when she gains consciousness. “How far is her house or the village?!.” Rebecca asked. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. We both heard a scream, a tall grass covered our view, we both walked quietly towards the grass and tried to see what was happening. Oh no!!, no no no!!. It was the muerte festival. This is horrible we shouldn’t be here. At this time of the year the witches go around cleanings the village. With there spells they fished out their enemies or any creatures that doesn’t belong in their village. The gather them at the end of th

Seven? “Thank you,” she replied, flashing me a weak smile. “It’s a tough business, the mafia.” I wanted to know more, but I didn’t want to push. “I’m sure it is.” I’d heard horror stories about the mafia. Shootings and stabbings seemed to be common place. The mafia was notorious for hitmen, werewolves willing to kill a target for money. And I assumed the Santonio family, as one of the biggest mafia around, had a TON of hit men.

She never told me anything, but I saw it in her eyes—the way something inside her was slowly breaking, piece by piece. Then one night, he came home drunk—worse than usual. Careless. And that was the night everything changed. He'd fucked my sister without a condom and just a few weeks later, April found out she was pregnant. Before we could even begin to understand what that meant, fate twisted the knife one more time. Our stepfather died in a car accident, leaving behind a mess he’d never have to face. A month later after his death, my sister went into labor. I remember holding her hand, telling her everything would be okay—even though I didn’t believe it myself. I remember the screams. The

According to the book, that name is linked to a family of poisonous witches. They're a pretty risky bunch, but werewolves dealt with them before because there weren't too many of them. No wonder Hazel is taking so long to heal; her claws might have had some poison. Shit, we need to pick up the pace! “I was doing you a favor, I killed all people that might get in your way and mess up with their lives. I can’t believe this is how you repay me!” Santana, the witch, let out a scream that made it seem like our ears might burst. It was so intense that I thought one of my ears might have started bleeding from the pain.

II Maria De La Cruz, and her crook friends, entered the cocaine jungle, as great heroes, and examples of evil, although they knew they were not examples of anyone, and they were also aware of all the bad decisions they had made in this mafia way. When they entered, they were accompanied by heavily armed assassins, they only had a scalpel and a revolver, in those moments, on their way to see Alberto Zapata; Maria De La Cruz, was rethinking the decisions they had made, and also thought that if she died at that moment, it would not be historic at all, but it would be the biggest mistake of her life, or rather the last one. But nothing bad happened, luckily, they arrived and were very well recei

"We will now read out the crimes of Kyra de Leta. Attempted murder of the saintess candidate, use of witchcraft to seduce the crowned Prince and plotting treason against the royal family with the entire De Leta family. She shall be beheaded by the Kingdom's Swordsmaster, Duke Kion".