Grave Story Novels & Stories

If only this could last forever. We flew above the forest for a short time to the east, and eventually, he landed on the roof of a glorious, gothic estate. It was pitch black. Ivy climbing its walls. Different statues and gargoyles gave the sense that they were watching you, the intruder. Several wolves were on the territory, howling in what I assumed was a welcome for the master. On all over it appeared sinister, haunted, it sends chills down my spine. He let go of me and I instantly fell on my knees. And he just walked away.

Ariel replied, grinning at Isabella for supporting her. "I'll leave you both and go home if you both won't keep moving. Lazy beings." Chris groaned out and ran his hand through his hair. "Don't talk to us again," they blurted out and increased their pace, stamping their legs in frustration as they go. "Silly mortal," Ariel cursed under her breath making Isabella burst out laughing. Chris didn't mind them and just followed behind. They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening.

“Hey, spread the news! The food at Ms. Graves’s food stall has cleansing properties!” “Ms. Graves is amazing!” The ghouls were all in a titter. The news quickly spread through the supernatural world like wildfire.

"Well that's not creepy" She tried looking for a way out of the cemetery but couldn't find one. How could a Cemetery not have a gate she wondered. So how did she get here? All these questions with no answers, she decided to kill time by moving around from grave to grave reading the names of people who died and mocking those who didn't live a long life. "How could he die so early, I wondered if it was his crazy ex who did that to him" she laughed after coming across a 21-year-old's grave.

the girl in pigtails explained. "About three thousand people died in that town because of the sudden calamity. The military forces are trying to figure out their purpose for going that far as summoning a tidal wave, forcing the flow of nature against it's own. But we've heard...," she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire."

They had to see us with their own eyes. With the gravesite nearly unearthed, the groundskeeper stumbled out. “Oh, my Moon Goddess! I laid those she-wolves to rest. It’s bad enough that no werewolf held a funeral for them now that they are gone. Why are you digging up their grave?” Dumbstruck, Blake and Kaden paused. “Lucia, I was wrong! It’s all my fault. Come back! I regret everything!” Blake dropped to his knees and struck his palm across his face repeatedly.

She sat in her car and opened the headline which didn't take her by surprise because she knew it had to happen. Iris Grave is Dead! Yes, Mrs Grave. The radiance of Mr Grave is no longer breathing. She died in a car accident, her body was found burned to ashes. Her death was an unpredictable turn of events and deeply grieved news for her loved ones. Condolence to her family and loved ones to lose such a gem. This might have come as an utter shock but what's more dazing was Mr Grave's statement. 'We divorced six months ago.' What could be the reason for the rising couple to split up?

CHAPTER NINETEEN 1 THE FOLLOWING DAY The Rock River Guardian carried a story about the newest plague pit found near town, and how the grisly remains of twenty-four hapless souls had been pulled from the mass grave so far. There was no mention of Henry Putnam’s inexplicable rebirth last night, of course, just a short paragraph regarding the family’s tragic carbon monoxide deaths.

THREE FLAMES, ONE GRAVE Arrival at Ashgrave A veil of volcanic ash rains gently as Xavier, Ceres, and Maera approach the ancient caldera known as Ashgrave. The landscape is scorched black and red, steaming in places. Jagged peaks encircle the bowl of the grave like broken teeth. Fire dances below the obsidian floor—alive, whispering. Maera (holding her hood against the heat): “Even the wind here burns with memory. This is where they laid the first Flamebloods. And where some say the flame itself first bled.”

He explained. "If the island eats away their insanity, then isn't it a good thing?" She asked, confused. "Yes. Grave Island wasn't as scary as its name. I named it because it's literally a graveyard for the citizens of Versipellis and those who were abandoned by the Elysian Elders." Thane continued. Elisia was surprised. "Are you saying that place is also a graveyard for slaves? Those who were not allowed to at least have a proper burial?"