Grave Story Novels & Stories

I tried to destroy the rock by pushing it many times it takes hours but the rock is slowly pushing away and in a final push *crack* "HHUUPPP!!!" *BAG* I slowly crawl out and witness where am i there is a lot of gravestones that are carved or inserted at the wall *WAAAAA* *HEEEELLLP!!!** **RRROOAAARRRRR* **GRRRROOU* and a horrifying scene takes place right before my eyes there's this man feasting the body of the person lying on the ground

"Okay, I had to take my breath there. So, the peoples' cries alerted Generosasis, with nothing left in her heart but hatred and the cloud above her eyes sprouted by betrayal— she couldn't decipher anything but follow her instincts. She roared in anger, and a ball of fire rolled out of her enormous mouth, hitting the houses across the library. That night, some generations perished, and hundreds of people died, Dordin being one of them. Generosasis murdered the man she claimed to love, she murdered her sister and a dozen families. Now, Deborah, that is the tale of Dordin, what do you think about it?" I cleared my throat, "I think it's the most fascinating story, I also think Dordin's story sho

I was gone, and it wasn't as though they could speak ill of me now, not while my body was being buried in the ground. Even my mother-in-law came. She was already a frail, tiny woman, but seeing her there made her appear decades older. Grayson knelt before my gravestone, convinced he was performing some act of atonement. But to me, his presence was nothing more than repulsive. After the funeral, he returned to the small apartment. Alice, starved for three days, lay there, barely clinging to life. The moment she saw Grayson, fear overtook her—a fear she couldn't hide.

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

Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

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.

A gaping wound tore across his neck, a gruesome wound where a chunk of flesh and artery had been bitten right off. She'd heard of ghouls before, she'd seen some too. Grave stealers, flesh eaters, undead entities, Zombies. So many names, and yet, none of them had struck fear into her until now. Oh Jesus! Her legs had gone weak.

The graveyard was up on the hill. As soon as they arrived, Cassian first noticed six black coffins strewn haphazardly across the hillside. Then, he saw several freshly dug pits, along with a few funeral wreaths, and some other things scattered everywhere. The whole place was a mess. "Mr. Gulley, did all the villagers who died get buried here?" Cassian asked. "Yeah," Darren replied. Cassian circled the coffins and the pits, pacing back and forth as he tried to find even the faintest trace of a clue. After half an hour, he still hadn't found anything of value.

But underground, in the shadows, everything is quietly rotting. Our bodies—are rotting too. My wife and I both began to notice it— a strange fatigue and pain, gnawing day after day. At first, we thought it was grief or exhaustion, but eventually even breathing felt heavy. Maybe… we were too close to that thing, too many times. After Celesta destroyed the Grail, Edgar predictably refused to accept it. He had his men comb the ruins of the factory for days. We watched him in secret.

Creatures we thought long dead, their names whispered in ghost stories, not carved in fresh graves. We burst into the clearing, and my heart stopped. The air felt poisoned, heavy with a metallic tang and something darker, like rot laced with malice. Moonlight spilled over the scene, cold and unforgiving, glinting off blood-soaked grass. Two bodies lay covered in rough cloaks, their shapes too still, too broken—a father and his son, the messenger had gasped before collapsing. The pack stood in a loose circle, faces pale, eyes hollow, their growls muted by shock. Ragnar knelt beside the cloaks, his massive hands trembling, his scarred face twisted with grief.