Gravestone Stories Novels & Stories

Then it was gone, and I was myself again, gasping for breath, my arm burning with the effort of processing what had just happened. "Jack!" Katherine's voice. Concerned. "What happened?" "The stones," I managed. "They're... they're storing something. Memories. Lives. When you touch them, you experience—" "We experience the lives of the dead," Dad finished. His face was pale. "These are memorial stones. Markers for souls that have passed through the Maw. Every one of these slabs represents a person who was... consumed." I looked at the path ahead. Hundreds of stones. Maybe thousands. Each one a life. Each one a trap.

It was a huge house with all gray color, grasses had taken all over but died and brown. I took a step after taking a long deep breath. I twisted the doorknob and look inside. It was so dark but there was light from about in the middle where a gravestone lies. That must be his grave. I walked to it and saw the long rectangular gray stone. There were carvings on its lines and curves like words that I couldn't recognize. I poured the blood on it and when the blood filled the carved lines it lightened up and letters started floating from the gravestone, I waited for it to arrange itself. Until I could already read it.

“This will require a bit of storytelling, I’m afraid.” “Go ahead,” I said, crossing my arms. Allen’s mouth twitched, then he walked in a slow circle around us, his raven still perched like a crown on his shoulder. “A few weeks ago, Dominic and one of his Deltas stumbled across an abandoned cemetery just outside the old territories. Nothing but ruins, overgrown stone, and a dangerous creature of corruption, much like the one Varen is using to terrorize the town. But buried in one of the graves was a skeleton engraved with gold.”