Grave Robbers Chronicles Novels & Stories

What I was doing was more important than answering his irrelevant questions. "It’s called 'reallocation of assets,' Roman. Since you told the Council I was a 'financial liability' last month, I decided to remove the liability. You're welcome," I said, with a fake smile. Roman’s Voice: She’s mocking me. She’s sitting there, bankrupting my lineage, with no remorse. …Does she have any shame at all? "You stole from your son, Elara," he hissed, stepping closer. The temperature in the room had now risen ten degrees more. "That money belongs to the Crescent Pack. It’s blood money, earned by my wolves. They protect this land."

“You had one job.” The terrified grave robbers screams and the door slams shut and closes while the grave robbers tries to open it to run away, the demon, Abaddon bites one of the robber's lower lips clean off and expose his already torn gums. He bites down on his shoulder blade and his razor-like teeth separates his muscles from bones as his shoulder bled profusely. Abaddon then held both arms and pulls them both in opposite directions of each other and rips it off.

"You are really trying to make me hungry…and it's working, but first we have to visit the hospital and make sure granny’s okay, it was a long journey, why couldn’t they fly here as well?” “You know Etienne the specialist preferred that she drives here instead, I took was a bit surprised, but I surpassed it, don’t think too much about it, all is well.” Etienne nodded in response. They made their stop at the entrance of a complex “La Casa de Rivonia”. It was an apartment block the size of `half a skyscraper, colored in grey, white, and cream with a big sign hanging off one of the buildings that had the name of the apartment on it, and at the entrance stood 4 security guards.

Jackie's phone slid out of his hand and fell to the ground with a thud. He stared at the kissing scene on the screen, then at the guests' faces. The erstwhile partners who raised a toast earlier took a step back. The whispers in the corner were the first to break the silence, and whispers turned into roars. "He crossed the Olivieros? Is he mad?" "A 750-million-dollar investment? Yeah, right. It's going to kill him." "He's deep in debt, and his partners are pulling out. His company's going bankrupt. He's done for."

Until now. Shifting into drive, I hit the gas a little harder than intended. Gravel tumbles underneath the tires, keeping me from moving for a second before the Volvo takes off. I manage to turn around, easing up on the gas and finally hitting pavement to pass the cemetery gates. It's still pitch black outside but I'm beyond positive it shouldn't be. I've been gone for hours. This is insane. Nothing makes sense. The Watchman. My dead brother-at least I think it's him-back from the dead.

He gripped my arm, his voice filled with anger. I faced his sudden outburst with calm. "When I was 15, Bobby died, and I was devastated. Weren't you the one who sent me gifts and notes, telling me he had just gone to another world and that I shouldn't be sad? Have you really forgotten all that?" Bobby was my dog and companion for five years until someone cruelly poisoned him. For the longest time, I was trapped in sadness, and nobody could pull me out of it. However, one day at Bobby's grave, I found presents and a little note. I had no clue who left them, and that mystery went on for weeks. One day, I got there early and caught Jeffrey by the grave.

Dilo growled. “Grub from Dracoterrum and not heal like wonky leg, Grub once bend arm to almost break, couldn’t steal from fat merchant men for long time,” Grub said, peering at his arm and flexing it at the elbow. “So how did you even get here Grub?” Rex asked. “Grub tell you he join army with friend. Grub make another friend who help him join imperial army here after I leave home again, big battle on capitol every month make me not want to die before more skin marks, so Grub starts searching for heroic monster to battle.”

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands had joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell a victim of their battle.

The battle ground to a screeching halt as every soldier, mercenary, and lord froze in sheer terror. The thousands of gravestones covering the forest floor began to glow with a sickly, violet light. The dirt above the graves cracked open. Pale, skeletal hands and dark, shadow-clad corpses began crawling out from the earth! "What in God's name is that?!" the mercenary commander screamed, his men panicking as resurrected warriors grabbed their ankles! Lorenzo suddenly dropped his gun, clutching both sides of his head as he fell to his knees with a gut-wrenching scream!

"Go to hell, Sebastian Yarrow!" Lifting his leg, he aimed a vicious kick at my chest, only to suddenly turn directions at the very last moment. In the next second, he tipped over and fell back, crashing to the floor with a loud thud. I raised my head, only to lock eyes with Rachel's cold gaze. She kicked me aside like I was nothing but a piece of trash before hurrying over to crouch beside Cameron. With careful movements, she helped him sit up. "Cameron, what happened?"