Graveyard Stories Novels & Stories

" Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand. I used that time to take in what she said, the story my uncle told me was different from hers. In his, Genesis was a scorned woman and in my professor's, Asiuta, her sister was the villain and the cause of the disaster because she was obsessed with Dordin—which simply means Dordin was innocent, he was a victim of circumstance.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR The Flesh-and-Blood Ghost “You have to understand what this land means to my family,” she started. “I grew up hearing stories from my grandmother about how our ancestors were buried here, people who had been forced to come to this country in chains and treated like beasts of burden. Then, when they died, either from mistreatment or being worked to death or in some cases taking their own lives to try and find freedom in the afterlife, they were thrown in unmarked graves in a slave cemetery that no one cared for. As if to add insult to injury, when the city began to expand, they built right on top of the graves. They didn’t bother moving the bodies. Why would they? They did

Even with a few people working together, they still couldn't pull Anthony away from me. "He seems to really like you." Eddie sniffled, his voice hoarse as he spoke to me. A mess of feelings crashed through me. I felt like something was lodged in my throat; I could barely breathe. In the end, I let out a bitter laugh. "Let's hope so." … A few days later, Anthony was done handling all the arrangements after my death. But instead of putting my ashes in a grave somewhere, he brought them back to the villa. With the kind of money he had, buying a plot was nothing. I had no idea why he chose to do this.

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The heavy weight of the text message was still stuck in my mind, but I refused to let it affect me. If someone was watching, I wanted them to see me shining. "A statement to the city that the Ghost is dead and the Graves are in control." Atlas turned, a brow arched in curiosity. "A celebration? We’re in the middle of a war, Love." "Exactly," I smirked, walking toward him until I could feel the heat radiating from his chest. "Let's do a masquerade ball. This weekend. At Graves Estate. We'll invite top candidates, potential distributors, and the mayor. No Gunn. No Aaron. Just the people who matter."

"You're right. You have pretty bad luck to have touched something forbidden and invoked the graveyard's curse." The man's expression looked increasingly dark. He knew that this was a Reincarnation Graveyard. Numerous heroes were buried in this dangerous place. Legend had it that a fallen martial supreme was buried there. There were even rumors that this was the resting place of an emperor. "This is a graveyard, the resting place of millions of people. You'll be forever consumed by the Law of Eternal Silence and vanish completely by daring to barge into this place of evil!" the man roared furiously.

The ones who wanted to view Connie: Roxie, Walker, Crystal, Jadis, Jaleesa and Jenny did so quickly, quietly, as Corey, Walker, Evans, Metgar, Dante, and another one of Metgar’s soldiers, Ryan, carried the coffin down to the river where men had worked to dig a hole on the embankment. Jadis chanted the entire time, but it was calming to the group. As she began her speech, the men grappled with the long belts wrapped around the coffin, using all of the strength they had to lower it into the ground. A sob left Crystal as the coffin disappeared from sight. “Connie..” Jadis said as she continued chanting in some language that no one understood except for Jaleesa. Thunder rolled in the distance as

“Gravesend?” Rael nodded. “Yes. You probably don’t know—Gravesend is—” Raina cut him off, her tone calm. “A hell on earth. It’s a place where all kinds of people gather—thugs, killers, criminals of every kind. Legend has it, once you enter Gravesend, your past is erased. Whether you were a mass murderer or a regional tyrant, none of that matters. All ties are severed, and once inside, you must follow the city's rules. You cannot leave—unless you die.”

“That bastard. I swear when we figure out who he is, I'll have so much fun drilling a hole through his spine.” I rolled back to my desk, heart pounding like a caged beast, and flipped open the encrypted tablet on my desk. The screen flickered to life, displaying the city map with layers of safehouses, tunnel systems, and red zones marked off. I pulled up the feed Jonah—or Marco—had given us. The Graveyard. A location buried under two blocks of condemned territory. A place supposedly wiped out in a fire ten years ago. Too forgotten. Too perfect. I zoomed in.

Instead, I drifted away, gazing into the distance. I liked the cemetery's location. It overlooked a glittering lake—the same one where I used to stare at my reflection as a pup. Only Leo would think to bury me somewhere I would have loved. By the time they were too exhausted to continue fighting, they both lay on the ground, wounded, staring up at the moon. Leo bared his teeth at Ryan, panting heavily as if he wanted nothing more than to tear out his throat. "How dare you come to Tiana's grave?" he growled. "She just wanted to rest in peace, not be your possession even in death!"