Gravestone Stories Novels & Stories

From the helicopter, I watched Alfred race to the crash site, clutching the fallen license plate, crying out, "Helen, Ruby..." It did not take long for the internet to explode with news of Ruby and I dying in that fiery wreck. I held my sleeping Ruby tight, put away my phone, and whispered, "This is it, Alfred. We're done for good." Alfred was haunted, thinking it was all some nightmare. He would slap himself, pinch his skin, and even jab himself with a knife, desperate to snap out of it. However, the pain, sharp and undeniable, kept telling him the brutal truth.

He pointed a finger in my face and growled, "You stalked me, Wisteria? I thought you were just childish, but you're worse than that! You checked my schedule behind my back?" I held the headstone as I struggled to get back up. Jackie was twisting the story, and all I felt was bitter sadness. Before this, I couldn't stop telling my friends how loyal he was for keeping his dead first love in mind for so long. Yvonne's pictures were everywhere in his study. He said he could not bring himself to throw them away, so I cleaned the frames whenever I could. I thought, 'A man this loyal won't betray me.' During Yvonne's deathday, I gave him time to remember her. Now it felt ironic. His loyalty was a s

Luckily, I somehow got bored one day and remembered about this, so I decided to download Wattpad again and recover my old account 🤣 If there's something you wanna say or like stuff, critique or somethin' like that, I would be very glad to read and accept all of that! ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ Story Update: The story will be updated randomly but if you're following me, I'll make sure to always post announcements about new chapters/revisions/updates etc. (I'm trying my best to write as much as I could if I ain't busy.) I already have a planned plot to Stonegrim but putting all the pieces together will really take some time to finish, but no worries, I always spend my free time working on this.

“So I found out that this very dove on the pendant symbolises nothing but death. The letter G engraved on it is nothing but GRAVE.” I said the word 'grave' slowly for it to sink in deep. Adrian burst out laughing, like I’d been telling him a joke this whole time. “You can't be serious right now. We have two exact same necklaces here. I found one in my pack and you said you picked yours from somewhere. So how does the story link?” I hissed. “You don't want to be doomed, Adrian. I studied a five year course on history plus the knowledge I gained from my father. You can't doubt that Adrian.”

As I stared blankly at the gravestone, the elderly cemetery caretaker approached and struck up a conversation with me. "Sir, do you know Old Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan? I don't think I've ever seen you here before." It was such a simple question, yet it made my heart throb in pain all the same. After all, who am I when the place that should have belonged to Jessica's husband had already been engraved with Christian's name? Although I was standing under the sunlight, I felt like some lowly rat that ought to hide in the shadows. How could I stand before these gravestones when I didn't have a respectable identity that I could claim aloud?

After that, the women knew the story behind the graveyard's name and the reason why its walls are unbreakable and unbelievably high and why there are bad spirit trap talismans hanging around. According to Bek, it was once the ancient graveyard of the exiled royal personalities—the wronged and guilty. By means of eradicating their evil traces and for justice, they were buried nameless as a symbol they should be forgotten by everyone, including their families and relatives. Thus, the graveyard acquired such name. Though such law of justification had long been taken down centuries ago. Now it serves as a vacant lot where kidnapped and sold people who became useless and sick where left to die.

Takoda continued. "The stories," I answered honestly. His head tilted slightly to the side. "What stories?" I glanced back toward Professor Smith. The scholar gave me the smallest, most encouraging nod. I looked back at Takoda, anchoring my feet to the floor. "Standing stones that appeared on no official survey," I said, holding his gaze. "An abandoned church that locals insisted had never existed." "The old mining trails," Takoda added, prompting me. "The disappearances," I countered. "The legends surrounding your family's land.”

so long as my death came after I’d achieved my goals. Highgate was truly beautiful this time of year, its frosted trees and shrubbery intermingling with the snowy graves. Foxes crept among the tombstones. Spiders wove glistening webs. Angel statues cried ice tears. Loretta and I wandered it aimlessly until we reached a section devoted to immortals. The graves here were all from the past year or two. Loretta stopped before one. “I knew him,” she said. The grave belonged to Billy Portbelly, a “devoted husband” who had perished a few months before.

Victor added pointing towards me with an unfriendly look which I waved towards her. " Just when the old Luna and moon goddess was in, it was like a rule that triplets would be caused so anyone who gave birth to triplets In the human world made sure they separated their children immediately after birth Just to prevent the cause. So on the night of the full moon at both worlds, you three were born in this house indoors in the most hidden room so it can't be traced to anyone nor even the doctor in charge since all were werewolves. So you three parents died during a car accident then I hid the truth and just made you all love each other and still made those bonds even though I lied you were cous

Gideon sighed, and tried to usher me down another hallway. "Let me just do my thing.: I told him, frustrated, and wanting to explore more. "You don't know what memories this castle holds.... For more than just you." He admitted. I looked at him, seeing the sadness in his eyes. "We lost our King and Queen, their heirs, the rest of their whole tribe the day your parents disappeared. There are rooms in this place that I'll never enter again." He stopped to look at me. I tried to be interested in the paintings on the walls, then shifted uncomfortably. "What do you mean, 'When they disappeared?' My parents were killed." I asked him, then informed him. I shook my head, I could never get a clear an