Anime Graveyard Novels & Stories

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

I looked back at the zombie standing there with a pathetic facial expression. Yes the zombie was none other than my dear brother Arthur. He looked pale, with dark eyes, unshaved beard, pale face and god knows what more. I looked around to find the rest of my family members peeping through the door. As the oxygen mask was there I moved my fingers to gesture for its removal. There was one IV cannula attached to my left arm. Arthur held my hand and looked at me with thousands of fireflies in his eyes. I had never seen him so dishevelled. It looked like his whole business just got drowned and he just had lost everything. "Hey." I mumbled with a small smile looking at Arthur.

A void replaced the pain, but it left a hollow ache. Years passed. I lived as a reaper. Cold. Efficient. Detached. I watched lives end and guided souls to their fates. One gloomy afternoon, I saw my mother's name written in the Death Note. I didn’t flinch.No fear. No sadness. Nothing.... Maybe it’s because I’m no longer human— Just a cold-blooded shell of what I used to be. I reaped my mother’s soul with steady hands. No tears, no hesitation. When it was done, I packed my things and left for Germany— an order from Thanatos.

It seemed like the places he visited were only the tip of the iceberg of the entire apocalyptic world. Without thinking any further, Lucas released the male and female zombies from System Space. Biggy, White Doll, Scarlet were currently Rank 9 Zombies. Rayne, Sven the swordsman, and Skeletal Lady were Rank 7 Zombies. The sight of the Apocalyptic Legion made Cherry take three steps back as she felt her soul leave her body. 'Zombies with eyes gold and purple in color!' 'Red-eyed zombies!' 'Purple-eyed zombies!' Cherry would never believe that there were six high-ranked zombies before her even if she cracked her head.

" She smirked. Vivian looked at it with surprise. Her eyes were about to pop out. In cursive, old calligraphy, it read ×××××××××××××××××××××××××× 《E T H A N E V A G A N Z A 》:《29》 《T O K Y O: J A P A N》 《C A U S E O F D E A T H 》 ○ WINTER ANGEL OF DEATH ○ ××××××××××××××××××××××××××

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 .

“Sorry to ask you this, archangel, but how certain are you that it is true? That a vampire is wandering around the human world when we all knew that no vampire existed already in the past thousand years,’’ Abu asked respectfully, as he opened his wings and sauntered toward Kram, bowed his head and knelt one knee before him and after few moments he lifted his eyes to Kram, serious and somewhat scary. Abu was one of the great grim reapers, in fact the head if the grim reaper's empire, who collects the souls of the deaths, a male who has long white hair, full white eyes that you couldn’t even tell where he was staring at; he always wore a bright large black cloak, has a long scythe with blue fl

The gloomy weather that Thursday morning only added to her already sombre mood as she entered the silent cemetery. The Aoyama cemetery was deserted, and even the caretaker of the cemetery wasn’t around. The dried leaves crackled beneath Yuri’s feet as she walked over them, taking a path that she could probably walk with both her eyes closed. And at the furthest point of the cemetery, Yuri stopped before a fairly elaborate grave with the engravings of twin dragons on the top of the gravestone. The following words were inscribed on the gravestone itself in Japanese kanji letters: Here lies Kenji Kirisawa

the king demanded, his voice trembling. The guard stumbled forward, falling to his knees before the throne. He looked up, his eyes wide with terror. "It was not what we bargained for, sir. She...she..." "She what?" Seraphina yelled, impatiently. Her hand twitched towards the hilt of her sword, itching to draw it. The guard swallowed hard, his throat dry. "She's not human. She's a wolf, sir. A werewolf, your highness, and she...she killed everyone of us. I only managed to escape..."

Her look is comprehensive, a reminder of our earlier conversation and it makes me look away from her. “And from the Kingdom of Nyxara! A vampire ghost known as one of Nyxara deadliest criminals in the past century with more than a hundred bodies to his name. At least, with the amount of criminals from Nyxara in this year’s Dance of the Dead it’s fair to say Nyxara produces quite a lot of criminals,” The announcer jokes and the crowd laughs. “Introducing from the Kingdom of Nyxara, Lotus!”