Arthur's Grave Novels & Stories

His expression hardened. Arthur's body had been replaced. The figure lying in the coffin was made of wax.

"Young master, please. Enough." ​Arthur waved Grant off with a trembling hand, taking a deep breath before fixing his furious gaze back on August. ​"You will listen to me," Arthur said, his voice dropping into a harsh whisper that was somehow more terrifying than his shouting. "While you were out chasing a ghost, the wave hit the shore. Spring dragged your lifeless drowning body out of the surf. She carried you through the mud to a village. She sat by your side while a doctor restarted your heart. And when you woke up in a delirium and wandered off into the mountains... she went after you."

“Trust me, I also feel bad for not being there to bid Arthur farewell on his final journey but I couldn't bring myself to come to this fake burial.” I inhaled deeply, nodding my head in agreement. He was right, Arthur wasn't the one that was buried today but that doesn't change the fact that Arthur is dead and he is never coming back. “If the real Arthur was one six feet down, I would have been there from the beginning,” he added. “We all know that it wasn't the real Arthur but this is his statue…” Amelia paused, pursing her lips. “I understand what you mean now.” We went silent for a while, none of us knowing what to say, we just stood there staring at the statue.

Not yet. The next morning, Arthur woke to urgent knocking on his door. He quickly put on his clothes and opened it to find a guard with a pale face. "Alpha," the guard said. "You must come quickly. It is Elder Artemis." Arthur felt cold dread fill his chest. He followed the guard through the pack grounds to Artemis's chamber. Arthur found his old mentor lying still and peaceful on his bed. But Arthur knew immediately that Artemis was dead. "What happened?" Arthur demanded.

“Old Dog Arthur, they say that the good die young while the bad live long to bring trouble to everyone. You’ve lived such a long life. Why, oh why, did God spare your life for the past 12 years? “However, this will change today.” He shook the urn and flowers in his hands with a chuckle. “Do you see these? I prepared them for you. This day next year will be your death anniversary.” “And you think you can achieve that?” A senior member of the Quaid family scoffed. Arthur stopped him and turned to look at Chase coldly. “After my second son, Tim, and grandson, Jacob, died in your hands, I hired someone to look up everyone in Green Hills Orphanage back then.

and unfortunately it's time for the person that's very dear to Jamarreon to be placed five feet beyond the ground. Mr. and Mrs. Jamarreon's eyes welled up with tears as they gazed at the casket, which was already five feet beneath the ground. "I'm going insane." Arthur muttered as he sniffed his nostrils. Arthur tossed a bouquet of rose flowers on the casket, which was covered in sand. He had no choice but to be the first to throw a rose on the coffin. He can't believe he was this attached, and his heart is splitting into tiny little bits.

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.

I was losing my composer then a strong hand supported me and let me shed tear in his arm. Arthur, he was there holding me and saying me that it's his time to go and I need to bid goodbye to him. I break down in front him and he just say soothing words to calm me down. We arrange the small funeral in the forest behind the church as Arthur told me that his parents were buried there and it would be good that he would be buried at the same place as his parents.

I owed him plenty—he was one of the few people in this world who'd treated me well without any ulterior motives. The grave he'd built in my honor made me feel like there was finally a place for me in this world. To my dismay, Arthur shoved the gravestone with all his might before starting to dig out my ashes. I was anxious as I watched him. I hated him now. He could've given me a home when I was alive, but he hadn't. Now, I was dead, yet he refused to let me rest in peace! I hammered his back in anger, but he couldn't feel it. My hand went right through his body. I'd been a coward in life and hadn't gotten the chance to decide on my death. Now that I was dead, there was even less that I coul

Arthur scolded as a tear rolled down his cheek, and he quickly wiped it. “I am sorry, brother… I married the woman who ruined our family,” Arthur muttered before he heard footsteps from the door. It was Sam who approached him. “Don’t shed any tear before this woman’s corpse… She might think we want her to rest in peace.” Sam’s gaze was glued to Dora, who wasn’t breathing anymore. “Let’s go, brother… abandon her body here at the hospital,” Sam suggested, but Arthur shook his head in denial. “For Audrey’s sake…I will give her a befitting burial,” he said and walked out of the ward before Sam pointed a finger at Dora’s body.