Grave Story Novels & Stories

Vera suddenly asked, catching Grace off guard. “Ah," Grace flinched at the question. "No," she responded with a sad smile, "but I did do something worse, though,” she added. Taken aback, Vera asked in shock, “What?” Grace took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Mrs. Vera’s. She thought to herself, 'Maybe it's time she knew about my past.' Settling into her chair, Grace began to recount her story, holding nothing back. She spoke of the accident that shattered her life, her father's tragic death, her own trauma, and her mother's prolonged coma. She explained how her mother had only recently woken up, which was why she had disappeared for months.

So in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be completely drained of worth. The storm felt as though it were freezing my organs solid, but I summoned the last of my strength, curled my fingers and pushed the car door open again. My stiff limbs gave way the moment I stepped out, and I fell hard into the snow. Hearing the noises from my end, Zachary scoffed, his sneer almost visible in his voice. "No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now?

"What is it, Dominic? Tell me." "I must talk to Gideon first. I do not know all the details." "What are you not telling me?" He closes his eyes and shakes his head. He doesn't want to worry me, but that ship has sailed. He hesitates a few more seconds, looking away like he's choosing what to say. I grow more impatient. "Dominic, what's going on?" "There has been some activity at the graveyard," he admits, glancing back up at me. "What does that mean?"

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

I grasped his chin and hissed, "Death's too merciful for you, Felix. I'm going to make sure you live until you're 100 years old. You're going to watch me take away everything that you hold dear." … I didn't see Faith again after that day. Apparently, she was beaten to death after she offended another wolf during one of her manic episodes. I felt a pang of pity when I thought about their pup, so I sent him to a welfare organisation. Unfortunately, the pup's brain was damaged during his time with Faith, so his mental age would forever remain at three years old. Meanwhile, I adopted the pup with the type-O blood, dedicating all my attention to raising him. He grew up to be a brave, strong wolf.

she softly whispered. His lips trembled as he replied, “More than my life itself.” “Then don’t choose silence,” she urged. “Not for yourself. Not for me.” The ghost’s laughter cut through both of them. “Beautiful lies. She tells you not to choose. But when the gravestone closes, she will be the one erased.” Vincent felt the words twist inside him like sharp blades. The ghost stretched out a smoky hand, and the journal appeared in its grip, with its pages fluttering open like wings. It glowed red as it opened, revealing dozens of names carved in blood within its pages.

“Running around graveyards?” The man looked confused. “I like to take walks, sure, but I’ll just go around parks at most. I’ve never been to a graveyard before!” “Us elderly people are most afraid of that!” Harvey couldn’t wrap his head around the situation. ‘He’s never been to a graveyard?’ “Did you pick up money on the road with a note inside, saying that a few years of your lifespan is being borrowed, or something of the sort?”

Would she find her happily ever after somewhere in the bosom of Selene the moon goddess? My meditation was interrupted by the arrival of the black hearse. I watched pallbearers carry the casket from the hearse to the burial site, where the body of whoever this hole was bored for would rest. I walked deeper into the graveyard. Memories flooded my brain as I did so. I stopped at the innermost part of the graveyard, I noticed that most of the headstones were damaged and faded with the passage of time. I can tell that the graveyard was more than 150 years old by some of the legible inscriptions. There’s an inscription of a man who died in 1861. He probably lived in an era where there was no tele

His voice was ragged, his chest heaving under his soaked shirt. "I’m fine," I lied for the hundredth time. I was definitely not fine. I was shivering so hard my teeth were clicking together, and the heavy satchel of ledgers was banging against my hip, bruising me with every movement. But I wasn't letting go of those books. Not now. The graveyard sat on a small hill, surrounded by a rusted iron fence that looked like jagged teeth against the gray sky. It was a lonely, creepy place even on a sunny day, but in this storm, it felt like the set of a horror movie. We needed to get to the SUV Henry had stashed for us just past the cemetery gates. It was our ticket out of this nightmare.

Alice yelled back to his hearing and he snorted. "Oh, sorry dear, but it's the truth. With just a tiny bomb, they are as dead as chickens!" Alice shook her head in denial and blinks rapidly. "Greg is dead? Greg...is dead...no... that can't be true" she mumbles in despair and sat up while she grimaces. "Dark Blood, huh?!" she yells back to his hearing and he stopped firing.