Buried To The Hilt Novels & Stories

“Another damn note. What does it mean this time?” “It’s another warning,” Elliot muttered. He turned the paper over, finding something scrawled on the back in faint ink: “The truth is hidden where the light dies.” “The light dies?” Jonah asked, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Elliot pocketed the note, already thinking. “It’s pointing us to something. A place. Somewhere dark, maybe underground.” Jonah scoffed. “Like the crypt? We’ve already been there, and all we found was a dead butler and more questions.”

Surrender. They stayed buried. Knots pulsing. Owning me completely. The heat would rise again soon. I knew it. They knew it. And when it did, they would take me again. Deeper. Harder. Forever.

"Up until this point, I haven't allowed anything bad to happen to you, and that won't change now. She appeared to be having difficulty communicating, as seen by her tortured countenance. "When I was a kid, I snuck into an empty apartment complex that was close to my house and explored it. After falling through the floor, I was buried under some planks for several hours. I... I've never been able to kick whatever it is that's gotten me trapped. It's ridiculous, yet..." His thumb lightly stroked her lips, putting an end to the conversation. He could tell that this wasn't going to be an easy confession for her, so he responded by saying, "That's not foolish." His chest contracted as a result of

A deep, aching pull I don’t understand. Am I broken? Or have I buried the truth under so many expectations, I can’t even feel it? I curl beneath the covers, eyes still open. The celebration is over. The mask is off. But the questions remain.

A smile slowly tugged at the corner of my mouth. He had finally shown himself. At that moment, shards from the broken tube in the inner pocket near my chest pierced into my flesh, sending a sharp pain through me. My vision went black, and I passed out completely.

Lilith laughs humorless under her breath. “So we’re being culled,” Faye says brightly. “How agricultural.” “Culling implies randomness,” Sora says. “It will not be random.” Her voice carries no emotion. Only certainty. That certainty settles into my bones. This is not about academic merit as i thought coming here. It is about utility. Keeping only the most usefully gifted. The corridor curves, revealing a staircase descending rather than rising. Alpha Hall is not elevated. It is below. The realization lodges somewhere deep and uncomfortable. Subterranean placements are easier to secure. Harder to escape. We descend together.

We carry each other forward. My death didn't free them. It forged them into steel. Six months later. Memorial Day. The cemetery was crowded. My headstone was black granite — Mom hadn't gone with the cheapest one after all. In the photo, my smile was stiff. She placed a bouquet of white lilies before the stone. "All the debts are paid," she said to the headstone. "Stephanie ranked first in her major. Jamie got top fifty on his practice exams." She went on and on about everyday life, like she was reporting results to a loan officer.

she walked away into her room and shut the door behind. Erica buried her head in her blanket and sobbed, she couldn't control her thoughts, loosing Sarah was the most painful thing she couldn't deal with, still had her picture placed on the wall in her room. She stood up and walked closer to the picture running her hands smoothly on it "you were such a wonderful friend and I can never be able to forget you not now, not ever Sarah, it's impossible for anyone to be able to replace you in my heart, I still love you" she smiled through her tears wiping them out of her face.

"Momma, can you hear me?" I can hear you? Where are you? The responses formed in my mind, but I couldn't make my lips or tongue articulate the sounds. Dead weight. Falling. I was sinking and I couldn't make it stop. Was this what quicksand was like? An unstoppable force dragging me down, each moment deeper than the last until an all-encompassing presence surrounded me. Comforting, yet suffocating. Alexandria called out again. This time there were more than words. A touch. A warm touch that momentarily stilled the ice-cold free fall.

“It was buried.” And deep beneath the Academy ruins—something massive began opening in the dark.