Latinaauthor Stories

After the reconstruction of casita and the restoration of the magic, the Madrigal family follows in Mirabel's footsteps by striving to be better to one another. Bruno is finally able to be with his loved ones without any walls standing in his way, however he has unresolved emotions to grapple with. Along the road to healing, Bruno learns to love himself, recognize the love his family has for him, and perhaps comes to find it with...someone else?

There were rules in Hexvalle. Unspoken ones. Ancient ones. The kind whispered by wind through moss-draped oaks and carved into the bones of the land itself. Most folks forgot them until something remembered them first. It started again on a Tuesday. The moon bled red, like an old wound reopening in the sky. Birds fell silent. The Okeli family garden was lush and overgrown but it burst into bloom far too early, every flower opening at once like mouths gasping for breath. And in the cemetery at the edge of town, Uche Okeli's tomb cracked open from the inside. No one heard the sound except Ms. Curtis, humming low in her garden, whispering to basil and bloodroot like they were kin. "They coming back," she murmured, eyes fogged but not blind. "Not ghosts, not ghouls. Somethin' older." She placed her palms into the dirt and felt it tremble. The wards were thinning. The veil was pulling taut. And this time, the dead weren't coming alone.