Arthur's Grave Novels & Stories

"Don't leave me..." The vision vanished. Arthur staggered backward. Vivian caught him before he fell. "Arthur!" "I'm fine." "You don't look fine." He steadied himself against one of the towering pillars of skulls. "I've been here before." Vivian blinked. "What?" "This place." His breathing became uneven. "I know these tunnels." "But that's impossible." "No." He slowly looked into the darkness beyond the ossuary. "It isn't." Far above them, hidden within Vatican City, an elderly priest closed an ancient manuscript.

I said, trying to match him pointless courtesy for pointless courtesy. “I thank you.” “And I thank you. So, Arthur, how did you end up like this?” I wasn’t normally that interested in people’s backstories, but his seemed like it might be relevant. Also, if he was busy recounting the main events of his life, he might be less inclined to rise out of the grave and eat me. He came across as reasonably well-mannered, and it was rude to talk with your mouth full. “It’s a long, long story. And very sad.”

At the same moment he also realized how much he missed his parents, who were no more, he felt guilty for not being at their funeral. To get over his parents' death, Arthur ran away from home, he was not even present on the day of their funeral. "There you're!" Christian said, walking towards Arthur with a straight face. "Grandfather, I see you're still alive?" Arthur asked sarcastically, glaring at his grandfather. "Unfortunately I am, grandson." Christian said in an apologetic voice, walking towards Arthur, he looked at Arthur's bloody clothes and a frown settled on his face.

I furrow my eyebrows curving them into a slit there must be something somewhere, "What is wrong, is there anything you think I should know?" "Yeah Arthur ain't dead" I smack my lips together as if tasting something but I really do like the taste of victory I had played pretense for long it's time I actually lay out the reason for me being here, "I don't know Laura he's your friend and all but according to information collected by the fanction he is dead although his body was not found but he could not survive the house crashing and sinking into the ground, a house that size and magnitude? No way in hell"

“Guardian Stone.” Arthur walked forward with his head bowed, presenting the token with both hands Oliver glanced at the token and then looked away, asking faintly, “Where’s Brock?” Arthur took a deep breath and said, “Brock... is dead.” Boom! As soon as Arthur finished speaking, a powerful wave of energy swept through the hall. It was like the sudden death of a thousand stars, a boat of leaves facing the high seas. It was like a tiny ant facing the vast world.

Arthur said with a warm smile and gentle tone. “You’re too kind, but some boundaries must be respected,” Allison said with a smile, though the distance she kept between them was evident. Arthur did not mind it. “You’ve certainly heard of the great name of Gareth Graves. It took me a lot of effort to bring him here. He will certainly be able to cure your grandfather.” “Thank you, Mr. Arthur.” Allison bowed in thanks. “And thank you, Mr. Graves, for leaving your retreat to help,” she said with another bow.

If only he knew how much his words stung, but I decided to be strong for myself and for everyone else so I simply watched him leave while experiencing my own heart break. As soon as Phillip left, the ceremony was back to normal. Arthur's son was placed into the ground and buried. Even after all these things were done, I sat next to Arthur on the grave in silence. Soon it was just the two of us in front of the grave. “I would like to be alone with my son,” Arthur told me after a while and I nodded and left the site. Soon, I went back to the packhouse and saw Phillip standing in front. He looked to be in a daze.

“I understand that the position that you have been put in is a difficult one. I can only imagine the pain, anger, and uncertainty that you are feeling. Personally, I know that Bella would completely understand what you are feeling. I think that you three could help each other heal.” Turning away, Arthur walks a few more feet and turns to the right, into a small clearing. There, we see a stone altar with several mounds of freshly turned earth. He stands in front of one particular mound and we walk toward it. There is a small wooden marker which simply says, “Thane Talon Goode.” “Where are we?” I ask, curious as to why we’d stop in what is obviously a fresh graveyard. “Bella’s pain,” is

I fed Flint some bones and walked out the house, maybe I should drive a little, driving always made me feel great. I got to the garage, even after being here many times, seeing this fleet of cars made me appreciate how wealthy Arthur was, I entered my Tesler, turned on the radio loud and drove out. On the road, I spotted Arthur’s black Ferrari, something felt strange, he was supposed to be at a conference, so where is he going? I followed his car until he got to a cemetery and parked near, I parked some yards away and followed. I came to find Arthur kneeling beside a particular grave, he held sunflowers in his hand and I watched as he muttered something and dropped the flowers on the grave.

Instead, I drifted away, gazing into the distance. I liked the cemetery's location. It overlooked a glittering lake—the same one where I used to stare at my reflection as a pup. Only Leo would think to bury me somewhere I would have loved. By the time they were too exhausted to continue fighting, they both lay on the ground, wounded, staring up at the moon. Leo bared his teeth at Ryan, panting heavily as if he wanted nothing more than to tear out his throat. "How dare you come to Tiana's grave?" he growled. "She just wanted to rest in peace, not be your possession even in death!"