Graveyard Keeper Stories Novels & Stories

He wanted me in this. I just became broke a few weeks ago and now I was a joke to someone. My father had been killed by the mafia. He had a shady deal with them and it turned out bad, plus the cops raid our place and froze all our accounts. I quickly looked for a job because I needed to save up enough to be able to kill the man that had killed mine. Not that I know him.

It was almost like he wanted to be here so he could hang onto her memory as tightly as possible. “The box claimed two lives tonight. Thayne as well, the other Keeper. I couldn’t find his body, but I didn’t really look either. The Box threw it into the fissure before it closed up. Now, with both Keepers dead, there are no more. There are no more Keepers to watch the amulet or control Pandora’s Box. No more Keepers to keep it safe.” He said softly, as if he just realized the gravity of what he was saying. “We have to keep it safe, it’s our job now.” I replied. He locked eyes with me and nodded his head. “Her death cannot… No, it will not be in vain.” He said, and I nodded to him.

I continued, "The problem is, there's a large number of unadopted beastkin. If nobody steps in, they'll be euthanized." I pushed the documents to Clayton. "So I applied via the company, chipped in some of my own funds, and turned this into our own public welfare project. We've even got a dedicated rescue center. I'm handing over the management of the rescue center to you. What do you say?" I smiled smugly. "You already know that I used to have shady links. We shady folk stick together, and we're all about loyalty.

“Your father owes me two point four million. Gambling debts. Loans he took from my tables, my casinos, my men. He thought he could run. He can’t. Tonight he dies unless someone pays up in full right now.” My dad started sobbing on the line. Actual ugly crying. “Mia, I’m begging you. I know it’s fucked up. I know I’m a piece of shit father but please—” “Shut up,” Viktor said quietly. The crying stopped instantly. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a thick stack of papers, and dropped them on the table in front of me. A pen rolled out beside it.

Alfred had gone and bought advertising space on the big screens in malls across the globe. He did all that just to celebrate the birthday of his 'late' daughter. The twisted part was that the Hawkins family had chosen the same day of all days to 'bury' me. There was Alfred, caught on camera, weeping uncontrollably over my coffin. Word on the street was that ever since Ruby and I were gone, he had not even had a drop to drink. The only thing keeping him alive was the nutritional shots John gave him, whether he liked it or not.

The zombie grunted and made a concerted effort to move the soil from the grave in greater quantities, all while sending me little glares from his empty eye sockets—it had less impact without actual eyeballs. “Endora.” I screeched. I may be the most evil of witches in the entire country, but it’s still a dark and quiet cemetery on Halloween. Swinging around on my heeled boots, I scowled at the ground-keeper sneaking up on me like an ancient ghost. The gnarled old man in his late seventies was one of the few humans to be aware of our existence, only because most of my work was done in the very place he managed and he’d seen more than his fair share of hands breaching fresh graves.

“It makes sense. It’s really beautiful here and there’s a sense of peace too, which I wasn’t expecting. I always thought graveyards must be a kind of sad place.” “I don’t see it that way. This graveyard is for those who have contributed greatly to the pack as a whole. Elder’s, former Luna’s and Alpha’s, successful business people. People who come to pay their respects often help out with the maintenance of the graves as well, so it’s not just the groundskeepers.” I nodded as he talked a little until we finally came to a stop in front of a beautiful white marble statue of a man and a woman with two wolves entwined around each other.

Driven by pure survival instinct, I squeezed out a final plea, "Zachary, you promised that we'd bring my mom home for New Year's this year. She's still waiting for us…" Luna's voice interrupted my plea, a leisurely drawl that was filled with arrogant pity, "Sophie, you've been in Antarctica for years now, so you don't know, do you? "That sickly mother of yours has already run out of medical funds and died long ago. "Why? Because the one lying in the hospital bed using those treatment funds… was my mom!" A buzzing filled my head, as though every other sound had been sucked away. All that remained was the faint rustle of clothing from the other end of the communicator, followed by a faint chuc

I follow the path that was lit up and this light shows me to this old graveyard that holds guardians who were killed in the war with the darkness hunter. This graveyard was long forgotten and hiding away from the folks by the darkness by the look at it but this graveyard as soon I notice this. This graveyard was full of Everwood's own guardians that were killed by the darkness, during the war between the light and darkness. It was one though that I never have and now what to know why now. Why will the Everwood guardian graveyard be in hiding, when they told people in the textbook that they wrote themselves, that the everwood never had a guardian from the start or that Everwood had a war? "Th

Eryx, gripping the shard tightly, defiantly responded, "We have no quarrel with you, Keeper. We merely seek a way back to our realm." The Keeper, its form swirling like a storm of memories, replied, "Every moment taken, every memory touched, has consequences. You've tread upon the sands of time, and a price must be paid." Seraphina, her voice unwavering, said, "These memories, while precious, are but echoes of events long passed. We did not come to steal or harm. We came to find our way home." The Keeper, its gaze fixated on the glowing shard, remarked, "That artifact you hold, it doesn't belong here, nor do you. Yet, its power resonates with the very essence of this realm."