Buried To The Hilt Novels & Stories

Ethan snapped, "What for? So you can make him kneel and beg you?" She broke down and desperately pleaded. "I'm begging you, Ethan. I know everything now, so please just tell me." Her every sob felt like a knife was twisting in my chest. Finally, with a bitter sneer, Ethan gave her my address. "He's at the suburban cemetery." The moment she heard it, she scrambled to her feet, only to collapse onto the pavement. Her legs had gone numb from sitting too long. She dragged herself up, flagged down a cab, and headed straight over.

"We saw her dead when we buried her. We thought she was gone." Clara’s eyes softened, just for a second, before she spoke again. "Clearly not," she said flatly. Then, speaking from a place of experience, she added with an unsettling calm, "Speaking from experience, being buried alive and having to dig your way out sucks toll balls."

More like he led them to slavery. "Bring them!" Murmurs could be heard from the crowd, while we cried for forgiveness for nothing we had done, just to escape the horror of being buried alive. "10 seconds more to 12 am." The priest looked at the huge wall clock hanging above the building. The ticking sound applied pressure to the atmosphere until we heard the final word from the priest: "Bury them." I was thrown into the six-feet grave first, and upon landing on the Alpha king's coffin, I realized it was way deeper than just six feet.

Smithers asked. "At low tide, just before it turned, they dug a big hole, 8'-10' deep, just above the incoming water line," Susan replied, still staring directly at Quinn. "They then threw both men into the hole, still hog tied, and waited until the tide came in and collapsed the hole and buried them alive." "And did you personally see any of this?" Mr. Smithers asked. "Yes," Susan said, finally turning her gaze from Quinn to look at the judge, "every bit of it."

I hovered at the bathroom doorway, watching Simon freeze in place. His face went from pale to ashen gray, his lips parting and pursing without making a single sound. The once unstoppable Alpha now seemed drained of every ounce of strength as he leaned against the doorframe just to stay upright. Connor's voice pulled him back to reality. "Alpha…" Simon staggered forward, one step after another, until he finally sank to his knees by the bathtub. He reached into the murky water, then drew out a fragment of white bone.

“Who? Do you have men controlling the situation? I’m on my way.” Milo sped down the road, ignoring red lights, his anger fueling the reckless pace. By the time we arrived, my tomb had already been breached. Standing next to it were none other than Lucian and Selene. “What the hell are you doing?!” Milo shouted as he charged forward, shoving Lucian aside with all his strength, his glare promising violence. He looked as if he wanted to tear Lucian apart right then and there. But Lucian barely acknowledged Milo’s rage. He was focused solely on breaking open the tomb.

That maybe something buried in the dark could still find the strength to rise. Their love was buried beneath sin—and still, it rose, unbreakable.

Digby collapsed to the ground, trembling as he begged me for mercy. "Ms. Horton, I'm sorry. I really am. Please, let me go." I walked up and kicked him straight into the open grave. He hit the bottom hard and scrambled, trying to climb back out. "I was forced into it! I'm just an employee. Mr. Gray ordered everything!" he screamed. "Now," I said, "it's your turn." I turned to Marshall. He was frozen, eyes empty, shaking so badly that he couldn't even speak.

The words sank into the ground like poison. Deep inside my heart, a horrible foreboding spread. This was far from over.

It split under the weight of too many living truths at once. The figure in the hollow shattered. Not into gore, not into shadow, but into everything it had stolen—chains, tags, bones, old iron, brine, and names. The burial ground exhaled. The black seep under the herb garden dried in spreading cracks. Far behind us, the pack house groaned once and fell still. The den was no longer carrying a hidden second body beneath its own. The route was gone.