Novel & Cerita Grave Stories

Belvina nodded in return. "That's why I need your help. I need you to help me to come up with some excuse or valid reason that I could tell Mom so I can go to Japan..." Cherish is looking and feeling desperate now. Their conversation stops in a halt when one of their co-worker, Gracie suddenly approaches them while carrying a medium-sized drop box. "Everyone, don't forget to put your name, address and contact details on your raffle tickets and put them at the drop box, okay?" Gracie reminded all of them.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

He always stared, taking his eyes off and placing them somewhere else when I turn to him. He was addicting to be with in more ways than one. I still remember the rage I'd felt when that knife had gone at him. The pure unadulterated push to kill. To tear to pieces. From the ancient books Father kept in the library before he passed, the gryms were explained as creature who went on quests, messengers. And gryms weren't usually murderous. There was something off about these ones. Sighing, I let the last paperwork fall from my hand into the heap. Beads of sweat coated the surface of my chest, down to the biceps on my arms.

It turned out to be a library. I trailed my fingers across the covers of the books, some cracked with age, others polished and new. My eyes looked over the golden ink titles, histories of the Gravepine Pack, volumes of recorded battles, and the chronicles of Adrian’s father. That one caught my attention. For some reason, I wanted to know the man who gave birth to this unpredictable monster.

He pointed an angry finger at Kira, fire curling around his hand in fast little flickers that never burned his skin. “You’re late,” Xander snapped. Kira didn’t look up from where she was manually trying to open Knight's restraints. “Fuck off. I lost half the blood in my body, and they tried to bury me in an unmarked grave at the bottom of the goddamn mountain. You’re lucky I’m walking.” “They buried you?” Knight asked, unable to scrape the horror out of his voice completely. He’d experienced a lot of shitty things as a Marine, but getting buried alive was not one of them.

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Declan managed to get out before practically ripping my front door off the hinges and going outside. "He really hates him, doesn't he?" I asked Talia, who had an annoyed look on her face. "He does. He also is drawn to you when you say his name." Talia informed me. "Talia, I still have questions. What is a Saol Gra?" I asked her. Her eyes went wide, and she blushed. "It basically means soulmates. A Saol Gra is a life-long love. For fae people, it is eternal. When someone finds or delcares their Saol Gra, they are together until the other ceases to exist. Where did you hear about that, anyways?"Talia asked me. "It is one of the things I do actually rememer from my weird dream." I explained. "W

Frank nodded—that was good enough for him anyway. "We're here!" the beggar exclaimed and suddenly stopped, pointing at a nearby hill. Frank stretched out with his senses to see that there was a graveyard halfway up the hill, and that there were people there. To be precise, it was more a curious energy signature that lingered there like when Frank turned invisible! "All the stuff about ghosts and haunting is but tall tales the forefathers told to spook each other," the beggar said.

looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land. "You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky. "I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed. "I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…" My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.

Why was he always so reckless? Jayden ignored the gash on his forehead. He flung the car door open and marched straight into the villa. Hank froze for a moment when he saw him. "Jay, your head—" "I'm fine. Where's the corpse?" "Just up ahead." Hank opened his mouth like he wanted to say more, then hesitated. "You should brace yourself, Jay." My corpse lay sprawled across the living room floor, already starting to rot. It gave off a stench so vile it was beyond words.