Anime Graveyard Novels & Stories

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

Anne wished they hadn’t spoken to that batty old man, listening to his riddles and dead-end tales. The later discovery of alternate tales, crude folklore and legends betrayed by a handful of the old or wandering mad reinforced Damon’s suspicions of an ancient grave site, though there was no recorded information of its existence until Damon’s final research paper. There Damon recounted it by name, “The Mourner’s Cradle.”

“Every school has its ghosts, especially the old ones. For Wani Academy, the most notorious of all was the Ayakashi, the vengeful spirit of a former student who took her own life by jumping into the drink. Eyewitnesses described a spectral being cloaked in a dark, watery aura, her long brown hair and clothes moving as though suspended, forever sealed in a coffin full of black water. She wore the old Wani Slayer uniform that people said was the same thing she wore when she dove to her death at the bottom of the Arctic sea; another victim of bullying who had sought reprieve by drowning herself. Whenever the ghost attempted to communicate, all one could hear was a hair-raising gurgle, a choking

They form a complete circle and all at once tilt their heads to the overcast sky and chant, "Accept this Fighter in life with true honor in death, oh mighty one." I understand each word even though none of them spoke in English when a sudden burst of wind swirls into a blinding white light surrounding each of the dead. I have to shield my eyes with the dreadful image of the mangled bodies glowing white in my vision. Another burst of wind thrusts against me, knocking me back a step and I look up, no longer seeing the Fighters draped in the Warrior's arms. They've vanished, every single one. The effect of it all makes me slightly wobbly while warm tears roll down my cheeks. I'm completely in a

Even if you die, everyone would just hold a grudge against you for bringing the samples with you. "If you beg, Zachary and I might feel generous enough to go collect your corpse." My silence only earned sharper mockery. Zachary spoke coldly, "Before you die, remember to put those samples back into the car. Luna still needs them for her merit, you know? "Besides, if you hold it while you die, who knows what bad karma it's going to bring for a pregnant woman like her?" The samples… I had found them through countless observations, nearly exhausting myself in the process, and now they wanted to take even that from me.

she asks me as we walk through the mausoleum. “Not all members of our family became vampires. We actually keep track, or my grandfather did, of the family members who remain human. When they die, if they have no one who wants to bury them or wants their ashes, we bring them here.” “When’s the last time you did that?” she asks me, looking more closely at the epitaphs.