Grave Digger Ghost Novels & Stories

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

He was dressed in the same white attire the Council members had been in, but unlike them, he had black hair which seemed to have grayed from age and eyes that looked to be ink black. “You should let go of that,” he said, and I turned to my gaze to find the ‘child’ I’d held unto was actually a rotten corpse with maggots falling off it. I shove away from it, wiping the grease on my hand on my pants. “I heard it speak,” “Yes. Down in the Forgotten Pits, when people die, their souls remain here as ghosts. There’s no escape from this place, not even in death.” I looked up at him, wondering if I was seeing things or if this man at least was real. He looked real enough.

Instead, he looks toward the fractured boundary surrounding the creature. “You should have stayed dormant,” he says quietly. The creature laughs softly. “And you should have stopped digging.” A pulse of unease moves through the clearing. Vaelith’s gaze flicks toward Serik. He looks genuinely lost now. “What digging?” The hunter finally answers. “The old tunnels beneath the northern ridges.” The creature’s smile fades completely. “You opened them.” No one speaks for a moment. Then the hunter says something that makes the air feel colder. “We found the graves.”

It was hungry and bound to this place. He opened his eyes, his heart pounding. Kylie had been right. Whatever cursed Leonidas and his pack, it was here. Buried beneath his own great-grandfather's monument. Edgar stood and looked around. Near a collapsed building, half-hidden by weeds, he spotted an old shovel. It was rusted and worn, but still usable. He grabbed it without hesitation and returned to the statue. If the answers were buried here, he would find them. The shovel bit into the earth. Edgar dug with a fervor he hadn't felt in years. He worked around the base of the statue, clearing away decades of packed soil and creeping roots.

" 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.

"Since we didn’t know his name, we didn’t bother with a headstone. Do you want it opened? I can have someone do it for you. But let me warn you—disturbing a grave is considered a terrible omen here. “They say anyone whose grave is opened won’t reincarnate as a human but as an animal in their next life. Are you really sure about this?" Without hesitation, Suzy responded, "Open it." Maya’s eyes flickered. "Alright, but remember, this was your decision. If you regret it later, don’t blame me." "Less talking, more digging!" Maya glanced at the butler, who gave a subtle nod before ordering the servants to dig up the grave.

A horrible feeling creeps up my spine. I turn back to the scene before me, to the somber faces, to the coffin draped in black silk. There's a coffin! And then I see it. The grave. Dug beside the black coffin. Fresh earth. Fresh headstone. All set to swallow a dead legend, right? The name carved into the stone nearly knocks the breath out of me. Edmondo D’Avi. My heart stops. No. No, no, no. This isn’t real.

realm. Cassidy saw a light bulb appear above her head and she smiled and decided to simply wait. After two hours had passed and night had returned, the ghosts began to wake up. One by one, very slowly at first but there was no sign of Hookfang so Cassidy went around to ask. It turned out that Hookfang’s grave was deeper than most since his grave was a pirate ship in a small cove under the surface.

He twisted his hands in disbelief. Deep night is also not a hindrance, I can see everything perfectly. I hear every rustle, the chirping of beetles, the swarming of animals, the murmur of water, despite the fact that there is no stream or lake nearby. Looked at himself. Clothes on me not from the day of the ball. He looked at the tombstone. Date 1725 - 1748. He laughed and sat down on his own grave. From now on, I am a bloodsucker - a terrible creature that kills innocent people.

Kayla swallowed painfully at the tone he used to talk to her and the murderous look he gave her. "You're talking as if you are a better individual when you're nothing but a goal digger. There's more to life than trying to associate yourself with someone like me. There's more to life than fake ass, fake boobs, ridiculous makeup and kinky sex. I honestly don't know what I saw in you but I'm glad I was sensible enough to let you go."