Digging My Grave Novels & Stories

My husband and my best friend had become my nemesis. I didn’t know how they dragged me out of the building, but when my eyes fluttered open, I was lying helplessly in the graveyard. The night air was cold against my skin, and the stench of freshly dug earth filled my nostrils. Derek’s voice pierced through the darkness, awakening me from the edge of unconsciousness. '‘I’m done digging her grave, help me grab her by the legs,’' he said, his tone cold and unfeeling, as he dropped what looked like a shovel onto the ground.

What if my paranoia was getting the best of me and I was disturbing Dimitri's final resting ground? I'd gone too far. I discarded those thoughts and continued digging. It took a while, especially since it was just. Dirt covered every inch of my clothes and I knew that regardless of the results of my search, I'd have to answer to Lucian. I couldn't even care about that at the moment, all that mattered was digging him up and finding him still there goddammit! The more I dug the more my heart rate skyrocketed. Finally, the shovel hit a hard surface and I had reached the coffin. I quickly cleared out the rest of the dirt until the coffin was all I saw.

I'll make you dance with my words untill I wear you off. I'll make your life as hell as you made for me, Owen Ashford! Last time I dug my own grave by letting you in my life.. This time I'll make sure to dig yours with my own hand and bury you there.

Panic detonates inside my chest. I dig. Bare hands tearing through dirt. Throwing soil in every direction. Faster. Faster. I bounce between the two graves, desperate. Terrified. The first face I uncover is mine. Pale. Lifeless. Dead eyes staring into nothing. My own corpse. I choke on horror. Then move to the second grave. Digging harder. More desperately. Until I find her. Maryelle. My angel. Blue lips. Frozen skin. Still. Hope shatters.

Half-buried in weeds. I turned, walked back to the car, and popped the trunk. A sledgehammer sat inside. Gift from a renovation company. Ribbon still tied on. Bright. Almost a joke. I grabbed it, walked back, and stopped in front of the headstone. Taking a breath, I tightened my grip around the cold metal. Then I swung. All in. Smashed it down. Crash. The sound ripped through the empty grounds. Bang. Again. And again. Until it was nothing but broken rubble.

But I crawled out of that grave. And this time? This time I wasn’t the one who would fall. They buried me once. This time… I was the one rising.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

" My axe swung down once more. Crack! I cut him off. "I've already broken through the ice." From the other end of the communicator came frantic curses and the sound of things crashing. I paid no attention, focusing only on digging at the pipeline. After a long silence, Zachary's voice came through again, softer this time, "The rescue team's already on their way! "Be good and fill the snow back in. Stop digging!" I let out a breath and collapsed weakly onto the ice.

“Someone dug up your mother’s grave.” *** Thirty minutes later, they were all at a small cemetery on the outskirts of town. The night sky was overcast. The air felt much colder. And when Lilith saw the grave, her chest tightened and her legs felt even weaker. The ground around the grave was in disarray. The headstone was tilted. Clearly, someone had been trying to dig there. Someone had come there on purpose. Lucas, standing beside Lilith, was still holding her waist tightly, protecting her. Lucas’s gaze swept the surrounding area, while Ingrid crouched near the excavation site. Ingrid’s expression grew stranger by the second.

My girlfriend, Summer Reeds, told me the apocalypse was coming and sent me to a snowy peak in the dead of night, saying it was for my own safety. "There's going to be a period of extreme heat and torrential rain, so this is the safest place you can be in! Stay here and be good. I'll go get the supplies!" Summer was a meteorological data analyst, so I trusted her. However, even as the day crept into night, she still hadn't returned. Wearing nothing but a thin T-shirt and shorts, I shivered uncontrollably in the icy cave. I took out my phone to call her, only for the screen to automatically switch to the surveillance feed from home. My entire family was gathered around my foster brother

Alpha Gordon slowly stood back up and stepped back, looking tenderly at the headstone. "So many years, waiting for this day," his voice was thick, "praying I would not die before it arrived. My patience has paid off." He nodded at the ground in front of the gravestone, his eyes turning hard. "Dig it up." I gaped at him. "You're digging up a corpse! Are you insane? Who's to say there's even a body under there? What is the meaning of this? You're sick!" I shouted. Some of the men stripped off their clothing and obediently shifted, using their paws to dig carefully through the ground.