Gage In Pet Sematary Novels & Stories

This puts Egil in a very bad mood all the time. This morning, Gage receives what he has been expecting for some time. The man he had sent undercover to the Zimbron estate has finally returned and with much more information than he expected. Something about that maid Petrona's trip to that place doesn't quite add up and now he understands the real reason.

Sometimes I catch his gaze across the common room, an unspoken question there: Are we doing the right thing? I never give him the easy answer. Nothing in this place is easy. That afternoon, we prepare the field for the rite of remembrance. Agatha leads the way, arms full of bundles—herbs, wildflowers, pale candles that smell of rosemary and rain. Pups scatter petals in a line; Bram hauls stones for the altar, Fen checks the borders, Mara herds the children into quiet. I set the candles around the old yew, hands steady, heart unsteady.

His eyes lingered on me for a second—just a second—before turning away. Then Percival left Edeline’s side to step up to his mother’s casket. It was a biodegradable one, designed to break down and return her body gently to the earth. A full-circle kind of goodbye—letting nature take over, the way it always does. And just as the moment settled into deep, aching silence… Something shifted. A crackle moved through the air. Static. And I turned, instantly alert, scanning for the source of the disturbance. I watched with wide eyes as Gaspar stepped forward into the crowd. The wolves instinctively parted for him, lowering their heads in respect as he passed.

I killed the engine, and the world went abruptly, terrifyingly silent. The air out here was different. It was heavy, damp, and smelled of wet earth and rot. Eerie bird calls echoed through the dark—sounds I couldn't identify, hidden deep in the night. I took one long, shaky breath, feeling the weight of the guns against my skin. I reached down and tapped my side, the cold, comforting weight of my favourite silver-plated handgun—"The Redeemer"—reminding me I wasn't entirely helpless. I stepped out of the car, the gravel crunching like breaking bones under my boots. No sign of life. Just the worn-out iron gates of the cemetery, hanging wide open on rusted hinges as if inviting me into my own d

I ordered. I got into my closet while she stopped at the threshold. I start unbuttoning my shirt waiting for an answer but got none. I turned back to find her staring at me. I raised my eyebrows and she snickered. “Sure, I will.” She said before giving another mock-salute and turned back going out of the room. *** *** *** “I wonder why he wants to meet at a cemetery.” Liam grunted for the umpteenth time. “You’ve got issues with the dead or what ? Why are you so scared, dude?” Gerald asked in amusement as the car stopped.

I looked at him and I know that he is still thinking if he will let us in or not. “P500.00 for just thirty minutes” I offered while still giving him the money. He scratched his head again and looked around and accepted the money secretly that I was giving him. “ I will wait here outside… make it fast,” He said “Just for thirty minutes” He reminded us and he gave the key to Devon. “Thank you,” Devon said. The caretaker opened the gate and we went inside. He lit a cigarette from his pocket and started smoking while waiting for us.

I firmed my grip around her waist and I placed my other hand on the back of her head. We stayed like that for more than ten minutes. Once she was fully relaxed and calm, I pushed her a little away just so that I could see her beautiful jade eyes. They were still a bit red. As she fixed her running mascara, she broke the hug. She took two steps back locking eyes again with the dead man. Examining the space she noticed the gun on the floor. She went and picked it up. I looked at her, observing silently. She armed and pointed at the dead man. Her finger on the trigger, while her gaze was on me. Her eyes were saying something to me. They were trying to figure out whether I would see her differen

Behind the gate, a child coughs. Small. Wet. Nell. The child inside me answers. Silver heat pulses outward, not enough to burn the gate, enough for the city to catch the shape of it. The wall blooms with new text. FETAL SOURCE SIGNAL CONFIRMED. ASSIGNING INDEPENDENT TRACKING TAG. Sarah shoots the wall. The text transfers to the gate panel. FETAL SOURCE 01. For a second I cannot breathe. I knew they saw it. They priced it. Modeled it. Built cradles for it.

I walked to it and found the white bricks. I threw it up in the air, weighing it for a bit before turning forward and throwing it. Garett who was at the entrance of the truck caught it, his knife already out as he dug it in, took out some of it, and sniffed. I held back my disgust, my eyes watching him momentarily flare up in pleasure before he sniffed and shrugged, “It’s quite good,” I nodded and walked back out. Mr Smith stood sheltered by his guards, his smile wide and pleasing. “I hope everything meets your expectations, Reaper?”

Gable, the corrupt pack midwife who had long been on Gamma Hale's payroll. "Is it true?" Gable’s voice was like grinding stones in the quiet room. "Look for yourself," Vanessa spat, gesturing toward my exposed, violently trembling stomach. "The trash is carrying Ethan's true pup. It cannot survive the night, Gable. Do you understand me? If that child draws a single breath in this packhouse, we are all dead."