Gothic Graveyard Novels & Stories

so long as my death came after I’d achieved my goals. Highgate was truly beautiful this time of year, its frosted trees and shrubbery intermingling with the snowy graves. Foxes crept among the tombstones. Spiders wove glistening webs. Angel statues cried ice tears. Loretta and I wandered it aimlessly until we reached a section devoted to immortals. The graves here were all from the past year or two. Loretta stopped before one. “I knew him,” she said. The grave belonged to Billy Portbelly, a “devoted husband” who had perished a few months before.

"Yeah but my dead girlfriend is buried here too. And so is my mom. Foster Mom. This is literally the worst–" "Robert Barrison. I've had just enough with you" the voice thundered up in Robert's head, making him groan in discomfort, holding his ears to try and numb the pain. "Did you know that there are about seventeen different ways to kill a person in a graveyard? Now if you don't shut up, and let me do everything from now on, I swear on the supreme ones, I'm going to take you through every single one of them." After hearing nothing but the night calls of owls, and a submissive man in his early twenties, it continued.

He has finally made sense of the vapid description on Wikipedia. Because burial is more land-consuming than cremation, almost every foot of space is maximized. On their way to Lor, Nate was careful to avoid stepping on any gravestones, kicking any candles or trampling any flowers. It was like tightrope-walking though because some graves were on the footpaths themselves. A certain OC-ness was triggered in Ecto because there seemed to be no layout-planning whatsoever.

“You let me come with you in this old cemetery to visit a tomb, yet it has been so many years now and you still haven’t told me who is lying in it.” A lush forest of green surrounded them, but they weren’t lost. On their way was a stone path going to an abandoned cemetery styled in the Victorian Age. Statues of angels and cherubs stood sentry on each tombstone, but there was one that didn’t have any. The one that both of them were going.

Like the campus had taken a breath and hadn’t exhaled. Past the bell tower with its silent chimes. Past the conservatory where shadows clung to the glass. Past the enchanted hedge maze, whispering secrets only madmen or moths would chase. And then I found it. A graveyard. Because of course the school for the damned came with its own necropolis.

"Do it!" I hurl it into the Bloom's heart. The explosion is silent, brilliant. The lattice shatters, echoes disintegrating. Lira shrieks, her scales peeling. "You'll doom us all!" The ground collapses. The Bloom's roots drag us down. --- **The Garden of Graves** We land in a cemetery of timelines. Tombstones stretch endlessly, each marked with a name I know: **EDEN. VEYRA. KAEL. HUNTER.** At the center stands a mausoleum, its doors carved with the spiral-and-thorns.

They find themselves in a quiet graveyard. There’s nothing particular but gravestones and strong-smelling thin mist. The trees around them look old and most of them are dead ones that give such an eerie impression for this place. ßenlong walks really carefully as the guardian of this floor might appear anytime. All they can see are old and dirty gravestones with jasmine petals around them. As expected of a graveyard: Too quiet. They do feel an awkward atmosphere as they advance. “You know Alfi, I never like a graveyard,” Aoi said. ”The last place to sleep for all living beings always gives blue and gloomy vibes, right?” She said sadly.

The houses, the huts, everything already fallen into the ruins. I passed the countless barren houses till I lost the number and finally found myself in front of the large graveyard located at the outskirts of the city. The gate was locked, the lock was rusted as if it wasn’t touched in decades. I trailed the rusty chains with my fingers and it fall down in the next second. The gate opened itself. I closed and open my eyes and take a deep breath. I walked through the graves. Each name was printed inside my head already. I didn’t have to glance to look at the graves to read the names on the tombstones.

The evening sky was covered with thick gray clouds, as if the sky itself were holding its breath. A heavy silence hung in the air, occasionally broken by the rustling of the wind through the old trees on the hillside cemetery. Before me, the mound of earth was still damp, the soil soft and clinging to the fingers of the gravediggers who had just stepped back a few paces. A black stone tombstone stood there, simple, without excessive ornamentation—only a name carved with a code that only we could decipher.

Lucky for us, this is not a particularly big graveyard, and we shall spot any lights from a distance. I pair up with Edward, and I move towards the south side of the graveyard, Bobby, being brave, has gone east on his own, with Lilith and Breyden west and the boys taking the north. We shall move our way from the outside in and meet up where the biggest of the tombstones are held. We are hoping that the center is where they shall be. Now, a graveyard has never been my most favorite place for hunting; yes, it is perfect, but there is just something about walking on the ground where dead humans are underneath that makes my skin crawl. And I know that Edward shares the same sentiment.