Grave Story Novels & Stories

*This book is a work of fiction, no persons, places, names, and events are not in any associated with actual places, names, and events. This book is made for entertainment purposes. Enjoy* It is written that you only realize how much you love something or someone when you are no longer with them, as humans once we realize this we do whatever it takes to get that thing back. Working for a prestigious company and coming from a wealthy and highly educated Family, Bryson Lawrence had everything that one needs in life.

"Because you were about to lock it in. Marry her. Make it permanent. I waited. I gave you time to see it yourself. You used every second to build your clean little life on top of his body and I just kept watching you do it." "If he's really gone," Jose started, "then why dig all this up now, why make me—" "He's not gone." Rainer's voice cracked on the last word like something breaking under too much weight. He looked away. Looked back. "I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it."

"An old industrial slipway on the south edge of the docks. The locals call it the Glass Graveyard. It’s an abandoned shipyard motel. If we move now, we might beat him. But Matthias isn't slow when he smells blood." I didn't wait for another word. I threw myself into the seat and waited just long enough for Oscar to scramble in before I floored it. But when we pulled into the gravel lot of the Glass Graveyard forty minutes later, it was dead. Bodies were scattered across the asphalt, men and women dead. "God," I breathed, the car door clicking open as I stumbled out. I began to move toward the center of the lot, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Oscar was silent behind me,

Odessa hesitated, but her curiosity got the better of her. She feared what was behind the scratched door, but still wanted to see it. That's when she saw it. A graveyard. No, it was numerous large graves. Odessa's mind reeled as she saw what was in front of her. Desmond didn't tell you the whole truth, Bella. He left a huge part of it. What was this? Odessa looked at the high gravestone that towered above her. Numerous names were engraved on each gravestone. What are these? Who are these people? Odessa asked, worry itching deep into her soul.

Anyone fears him but those who are abandoned by their packs usually ends up in Casablanca as his new members only if they will agree to send their one son to be train with to a place they call, Gravedome. Just by the name of the place make the hairs at the back of my neck to straighten up. So so scary and super mysterious for the reason that all you will hear from the outside of the building are howls and lamentations like those werewolves that are sent will not survive a day... "What are you thinking? Let's eat already so that you will have time to enjoy your time in town. Drop by to the hospital later so that I will give you the documents that I will be working tonight... and don't forget

"I am strong. I am worthy. And I will not be defeated by your lies." Cassie, too, was trapped in her own nightmare. She was standing in a graveyard, the air thick with the scent of death and decay. The graves were fresh, the earth still damp. She could hear the distant sound of weeping and the muffled cries of the people she had once loved.

"I just need you to listen." She looked at Noah and Aria, who were sitting together on the loveseat, wrapped in the same blanket. "I grew up hearing stories," Grace said. "About the masquerade. About the lawsuits. About Grandma Vivian and the Stones. It all sounded like... like mythology. Like 'The Odyssey,' but with better clothes." The group chuckled softly. "But the thing is," Grace continued, "I missed the war. I wasn't there for the fights. I wasn't there for the fear. When I was born... the walls were already up. The drawbridge was down."

Please Check my other story completed: The Vampire prince`s gifted Mate A mysterious woman wearing all black walked over to a grave. Tears fell down her face and a white handkerchief was in her hand all scrounged up as she could not stop crying. She kneeled down and pressed her hand against the engraved marking, tracing the name with her hand. No one knew or could relate to the pain she was feeling right now. She felt as if she had lost half of her soul. The memories of their beautiful love story invaded her mind.

“I see a few houses that look like they can be salvaged. Carefully inspect them when you’re cleaning up and fix up the best two or three. Leave the trading post as it is. I just might decide to resurrect it. I’ll be sending the cook’s helper here in the beginning. Roy ‘s a finicky old bird who’ll want his own place. It doesn’t need to be big, but it needs a good stove in it. I doubt we’ll find one here. I’ll have to buy it when I go to town.” Jackson tossed the skull he’d been holding and wiped the dirt from his hands on his chaps. As he climbed onto the back of his horse, a chill crept down his spine. He looked around and shuddered. They were standing in the middle of a settlement tu

Primus of Drexillia" and made Cranx the new Grand general of Drexillia He had made Sphinxes superior to all other beings, a 300 year Sphinx is more superior to a 400 year old Vampire, anyone who didn't abide by that was slayed before the eyes of Drexillians, Drex had also planned on invading Hidden kingdom (another kingdom were beings like Griffins, Grendels, Goblins etc lived under the lordship of Stoker (1500 years Minotaur), the Qunin of Hidden city, but all his efforts were in vain,he was a lot more stronger, but despite the fact that Sphinxes and stronger, Stoker always defeated Drex on each attack he made on invading Hidden city, as a result of their ages