Arthur's Grave Novels & Stories

--- In the sacred glade, beneath a silver sky, Arthur’s chest rose once. And then again. His hand, cold, moved toward her face. Faintly. Barely. But enough. She caught it, sobbing. “I’m here,” she whispered. “I’m still here.” His lips formed a single word—unspoken, but she heard it in her spirit. Anchor. --- The fire in the Hollow dimmed. But it did not die. What Arthur had done would not be forgotten—not by the Hollow, not by its survivors, and certainly not by Isabella. The Elders had sensed it too. From their crumbling sanctuary high in the black spires, they felt the unraveling.

Taking aim, I lifted the axe high— "Sophie!" Zachary's voice burned with fury, as if he was unsatisfied at me being impertinent enough to go against his death sentence. Practically roaring, he ordered, "Put that down right now! Who gave you permission to do this?!"

With my own hands, I carved Lucia’s and my name on wooden stakes. “Here rests Lucia and Talia Wilkin.” As of now, Lucia and I were no longer tied to the Luther Pack. There was no place for the Hems brothers in our grave. By the time I was done, my health had declined rapidly. I crawled into the excavated pit with great effort and cradled my sister’s urn in a fetal position. With the moist soil offering me some solace, I closed my eyes.

he commands, pulling a cross out of his cloak. It's not just an ordinary cross, it's a freaking masterpiece that looks like it could be from the Middle Ages. It's at least fifteen inches long and the surface is beautifully carved in brilliant gold with ruby red stones set on each end. They're the most spectacular sparkling red I've ever seen. If I didn't know any better I'd swear it was yanked straight off of King Arthur's tomb or at least the Smithsonian.

She says with deep regret. I chuckle. The image of some Adonis with his meat slapping his thighs chasing a deer through the woods was too funny to not laugh. “The thought of it all could be humorous, but it was anything but funny when we stumbled upon a witch from the Tribe of Madea. They keep to the old ways and trespassing is a serious offense.” My mother says humorlessly. “Prince Arthur was dead before he even spotted her. His body ripped to shreds and his throat torn out. His beautiful body crumpled and stained crimson.” She pauses for a moment in reverence of the dead.

The morning lived on a gentle note. Across the Tribrid's homestead to the garden where Katherine lived,even to the island where she was laid to rest. Arthur stood by the Riverside still swallowed by the sweet memories that played in his head. He had cried lots that tears could drop no more. Could he take revenge?, Or he should remain by the Tribrid's side. He was left in utter confusion.

His eyes flared at me. “What did you do to Arthur?” I was weak. I couldn't have it in me to yell. My eyes itched painfully as I looked at James. My heart is breaking. I let him as his fingers trailed my face, too weak to slap his hands off. “It means, Arthur is dead and from the video, his bones would be hard to find.”

Now I’m seriously worried about him and I insist that Luther send someone over to Grayson’s apartment to check on his condition. It is decided that Arthur’s funeral will take place in three days. Several heads of state and high-ranking political officials are expected to be in attendance. We’ve heard that Cass and Briggs are currently mourning their father. Probably more likely, their uttering their final curses for dying without altering the will.

Even with a few people working together, they still couldn't pull Anthony away from me. "He seems to really like you." Eddie sniffled, his voice hoarse as he spoke to me. A mess of feelings crashed through me. I felt like something was lodged in my throat; I could barely breathe. In the end, I let out a bitter laugh. "Let's hope so." … A few days later, Anthony was done handling all the arrangements after my death. But instead of putting my ashes in a grave somewhere, he brought them back to the villa. With the kind of money he had, buying a plot was nothing. I had no idea why he chose to do this.

Still, I grabbed my phone right by the crates and clicked open the first article I found on the Arthur family. The words jumped out at me from the screen, taunting me with everything they had in them. It was today. Jane’s funeral was today.