Forgotten Six Feet Under Novel Novels & Stories

Last thing I remember…was the party, Victoria being a bitch, Bertha’s sudden appearance. Oh…fuck! Vincent! I sat abruptly, immediately regretting the action as my world spun and I felt the increasing urge to vomit. I swallowed thickly, a bitter taste in my throat as I tried to take in my surroundings properly. I looked down at my body and found that I was really wearing just my underwear and a camisole. My nipples poked through the cotton material. It was a bit cold, cold enough to sober me up completely and remind me how I ended up in the master bedroom of Roman's mansion.

The absolute malice was almost smothering. Trembling from the effects of her encounter with the intense emotions, MIra stepped away from the ruins. Remembering something else, she gasped and put her hand over her mouth and gazed at the ruins in a new light. A strange, soul-deep sorrow overtook her and she began to mourn. For what, she couldn't really say. But she felt the sorrow in the depths of her soul. Then she realized. Soulmates had died here. Together. It was the sorrow that she had felt. The beast of the castle had lost his love in a final battle and his grief had caused his death. What that beast had been was unknown to her and she was intrigued with the idea that a race of something

As I lay in bed, I heard my closet door creak open, despite being sure I had shut it tight. A cold hand reached out from the darkness, brushing against my face, whispering, "You forgot to check under the bed." My blood turned to ice. The whisper was soft, almost gentle, like a mother reminding a child of a forgotten chore. But the hand that touched my cheek was not a mother's hand. It was long-fingered and pale, the nails chipped and dark, as if it had clawed its way out of something deep and old. The skin was cold—not the cold of a winter night, but the cold of a basement no one has entered for decades. The cold of a thing that has never been warm.

They couldn’t have. Not yet. She exhaled slowly, her breath whispering through the silence as blood crept toward her heels. No matter. By dawn, this would be rewritten. A glitch in the system. An internal breach. An unfortunate error. Something... Anything... Except the truth. She would make sure of it. Elsewhere, far removed from blood and silence, the Six sat before their fathers, unaware that the world as they knew it was already cracking beneath their feet. The study was old. Heavy with history.

Six looked back at me to see what the holdup was and rolled his eyes before tightening his grip on my hand and yanking me out of the apartment. “You’ll get used to the smell.” He promised and then dragged me down the sidewalk. I prayed to something holy that he was right and skidded along behind him in a pair of his work boots. When I had slipped my foot into the roomy shoe he had mumbled something to me about how they would have to do for now, I hadn’t understood what he had meant by that earlier but now that I was actually walking around him them I did. Every time I took a step my foot would slide right out of the large hole. Six, however wouldn’t notice that I had lost the shoe and would

I teased, and she glared at me, tears glistening in her eyes. I smiled a feline smile to annoy her more. We laughed as she chased me around. The forest whispered quietly, and the chirping and whistling of birds filled the atmosphere, creating a sort of calm and thrilling environment. After a long walk, we finally got to our destination. “It's here,” said Chris. My chest tightened as if I had been hit in the gut. We were standing above what appeared to be a normal mucky land to the casual observer, but buried six feet under this very ground was Doctor Rowan.

“We were chosen to protect you, to care for you, and to love you as our own." Marmee Rose finally finds her voice again but still crying. Anna stares at Popsie Reed and Marmee Rose with a shocked look. She is not quite sure how to process this revelation. Why now? As if Marmee Rose hears her question, she adds. "We always knew that you were different. I saw your necklace glowing this morning. So we pretty much observe that you are also aware of the odd things that occur around you.” “We know there are certain things you do but never discuss to anyone.”

I couldn't fight my own memories that haunted me, like a loser I ran, I ran away from everything. I glanced at my wrist to see that it was 3:02 am. It's been almost 2 hours since I collapsed, if Scarlet hadn't found me, I would have missed my sister's surgery. I tried getting up but only to fall down again. I looked at my feet, flinched as I saw blood, dirt, and pieces of glass stuck to my flesh. My shoes only covered my toes now, it was old anyway. I can't deal with all this now, Sitara is my main priority now. I won't be able to walk in human form.

“No, I was searching the kitchen for some false sunlight. Why, what’s wrong?” The look on her face must have alarmed him to some kind of off set. “Nothing I just could have sworn that” she stopped and noticed that the piece of floorboard that had sunk under her foot was raised about an inch higher than the rest. “That?” Robert was watching her somewhat worried now.

The air crackled with energy as a hidden mechanism within the pendant clicked into place. Suddenly, the ground beneath them rumbled, and an ancient stone door emerged from the earth near the grave. It creaked open, revealing a hidden passage that led into the depths of a forgotten underground chamber. The warm glow of torches lined the walls, casting dancing shadows that seemed to whisper secrets of the past. Sable and Jericho exchanged glances, their hearts pounding with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation. They knew that this was the moment they had been waiting for—the moment that held the key to unlocking the truth about Sable's father.