Gravestone Stories Novels & Stories

Not that Amberleigh had much room to talk where the matter of fornication was concerned though. But it wasn’t the church or a pretty parishioner the billionaire entered, but rather the graveyard behind the looming structure. By the time she made it inside the churchyard and took cover behind a small mausoleum, he’d already reached his destination. She watched Grayson down on his knees, not giving a fuck about his expensive suit, wiping off the black, marble headstone before him with a silk handkerchief. He took great care cleaning off the stone, before he removed some dead flowers from silver holder near the headstone. He replaced the wilted stems with the fresh bouquet. Amberleigh bit the i

Marco's POV Give to Ceasar what belongs to Ceasars… In dirty, shallow graves, hidden in a remote field downtown, only notorious for the cannibals desperate for human flesh, the remnants of Cent and Lorenzo were buried. The capos assembled behind me, watching in silence, suddenly losing their tongues. I stumped on Cent's grave and dragged my heavy boots down to Lorenzo's. With a nasty smirk, I pulled down my zipper and peed on his grave, letting the amber liquid soak into the dirty black soil.

At least far more interesting than the story I heard yesterday at the antique auction, is this one, I thought. I became uneasy when he described how two werewolves broke their fated mate promise and unleashed a terrible calamity. The narrative was too visceral and realistic. Every time I hear the story, it seems to tighten my heart, so I don't want to listen to it anymore. It felt odd, as though I had also lived through the same narrative. She continued, "And it all began with the Grimoire." "Grimoire?" I asked, intrigued. This Grimoire seemed to be at the center of all the odd occurrences.

Even after everyone had paid their respects at my gravestone, I couldn’t find his figure among the crowd. As people began to disperse, only Troy and Mom remained at the gravestone. They shared one last glance before leaving. I sat idly in front of my gravestone, trying to appear strong. “Troy to choose such a nice photo. All those hours I spent editing it weren’t in vain, at least it’s serving a purpose now,” I said loudly, to no one in particular. Then my emotions suddenly burst forth like a dam breaking. The realization that I was dead and would never again sit with everyone I loved overwhelmed me, and I began to weep uncontrollably.

When I woke up the following day I dressed up and picked a taxi to visit that one place . I looked around me with tears in my eyes as I took in the view before me. This was the last place I wanted to be after several years of trying to forget the harsh reality. I looked beyond the cemeteries iron gate to the Stones inscribed as Dixon and Betrice. They bore the inscription a mother and a wife and a son and a brother. I lay down on the ground as I use my fingertips to trace the writings. " Dear mom, I hope you hear me . I know it's been years since you last saw me and I'm sorry for that . I hope my brother is keeping you company and making you smile like I would love to do. Well my life is goi

He yanks me by one arm, pulling me with such force it actually hurts. "Ow! Stop!" I shout, but he puts his other hand over my mouth, walking me down the hill until I see the cemetery, the same familiar place I know very well. "Do you see that gravestone?" he growls, pointing in the direction of Zack's resting place. "Yeah. Why?" I say in my best bitch voice. He turns me around to face him, his hands tight on my shoulders. "Because you'll be buried next to him if you do not listen to me carefully!" His words feel like they're cutting into my flesh.

“This coin you see here is one of eight hundred eighty-two identical pieces that the royalist supporters delivered in a stone chest to Don Fabello himself. Blood money was paid to stop the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies. But the Don's greed was insatiable and so the heathen gods placed upon the gold a terrible curse. Any mortal that removes even a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity.” When the group heard another story commonly shared among mariners, they were not sure whether to believe it or not. "I hardly believed in ghost stories anymore." Jace, seemingly bored to hear another folktale, thought his whisper was inaudible. In his head, he was s

The graves' stories now held a deeper significance – not solely as markers of lives past, but as emblems of a larger struggle against corporate greed and environmental degradation. ‌ As they retraced their steps towards their lodging, Carlin and Vanya were infused with a renewed sense of purpose. The tales they had unearthed, from the villagers' hardships to the ecological consequences, formed a mosaic that begged to be unveiled to the world. ‌ "Who would have thought that a cemetery held such hidden truths?" Carlin pondered, her voice tinged with wonder. ‌ Vanya nodded in agreement. "Sometimes, the least expected places house the answers we seek."

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

“Have you forgotten what Miss Agatha taught us? She said a graveyard is the most silent place in the entire world.” “Oh. I get it now.” Smiling at my babies, I hurried after Dashiell. The winding path took us through rows of weathered headstones. Each one told a story of love, loss, and remembrance. I noticed the varying sizes and shapes, some grand and ornate, others simple and humble. The names, dates, and epitaphs blurred together as we passed by, but one grave stood out in my mind—the one we were approaching. Willow asked more questions as we advanced towards the place Mama Kaka was, and I explained some of them. They were eager to know more about the place and I answered to the best of