Graveyard Stories Novels & Stories

"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.

Since he decided to help might as well go all out. Once their wounds were tended to, Tales turned his attention to the bodies outside. He stepped into the yard, shovel in hand he found in the storage. The weight of what he was about to do pressed down on him, but he pushed it aside. He started digging near the far edge of the property, where the earth was soft. The work was grueling, each shovelful of dirt feeling heavier than the last. Tales didn’t stop until the hole was deep enough. One by one, he dragged the corpses to the grave. Some were strangers, men he didn’t recognize, but others were familiar faces—people he had seen in passing around the estate. He doesn't care. He refused to car

“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.

Maybe. A smile crept up my lips, uninvited. I could still hear his arrogant voice declaring himself nature’s gift to wolves. “What’s so funny?” Grandma Jade snapped. “The stars too fanny for you?” “Tch.” I turned to her, voice sharper than I meant. “Will you tell us anything about the graves being emptied?” “Bodies disappearing?” she echoed, tone shifting as she gently patted a young wolf’s head. “There’s been an uprising issue in Nightbane and the neighboring towns,” Antony explained. “Graves dug up. Mostly human corpses taken.”

And now, he'd never get the chance to make things right. So he moved into a small house beside the cemetery and became a grave keeper. It was his new job and the only thing he cared to do. Jayden planted sunflowers, row after row, in the yard. Every morning, he'd bring a fresh bunch to my grave. Then he'd sit beside the stone and talk to me, keeping me company as the sun rose and set, as clouds rolled in and drifted away. He missed me desperately. But I never appeared in his dreams. Not even in sleep could he see me again.

One masked figure staggered back, clutching a gashed shoulder. "Retreat!" Nikolai barked. "Past the ridge!" Selena didn't question him. They ran, through fire, through shadow, through roots that clawed at their ankles like hands of the dead. The ridge loomed ahead. Beyond it, the land dipped into a sunken graveyard. A place none dared tread. A place stories warned against. But they crossed it anyway. The air turned still. Even the trees stopped whispering. Tombs rose from the ground like jagged teeth, cracked and moss-covered. Iron rings bound the lids of ancient coffins, and half-buried statues stood in frozen screams.

My body rolls right into its next high as I move with him drawing out the hazy euphoria that has me forgetting my name but screaming out his. The crunching sound beneath my feet has bile burning the back of my throat that I push down. A large bone is snapped under my foot. The remains of a wolf from Justin's pack that was left to rot rather than deemed a proper ceremony. Just like the countless others that my entourage steps upon. A hand lands on my lower back encouraging me to continue even when the air is thick with death. Surely no one would be stupid enough to reside here and I doubt Justin would return. Leave no stone unturned. Any leads we can find regarding what we are up against can

It was like I had been given a second wind, and I was alive once more. It only took me a few days to finish plotting out my latest story and post the first chapter. With the story live for the world to see, I took Ruby out for a special day with our housekeeper in tow. It was not just any day. It was Ruby's birthday, the very first one we had celebrated since our lives had taken a dramatic turn, a rebirth of sorts. I had booked us a table at the famous Sunflower Cafe just around the corner where I had planned a few birthday surprises for her.

She rushed upstairs. [Graves Memorial Estates] The St. Graves family major business is Graveyards. Elite Graveyards. They're in charge of conducting the burials of elite wealthy people in this country. Even rich corpses from outside the country are flown into this place, just so they could rest in richness and sweet peace among the graves of other rich people. The estate has acres of land that's not advisable to count if sanity is still valued. It has been in use for years, and it kept getting expanded.

At a party hosted at our house, my husband sang a soul-stirring rendition of “Missing You Tonight". He poured his heart into it, his eyes misty and his voice raspy with emotion. I secretly recorded a video and posted it online. To my surprise, the video blew up. Hundreds of thousands of likes poured in, with the comment section overflowing with sympathy. Laughing, I handed my phone to my husband. “Jacob, you went viral.” The top-voted comment read: [Girl, I’m not one to stir up drama, but your husband looks like he’s nursing a broken heart.] I thought he’d just laugh it off with a half-hearted smile. Instead, he took the phone and looked me straight in the eye with dead seriousness. “Yo