Graveyard Stories Novels & Stories

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, but I saw no one. As I continued to explore the graveyard, I came across a particularly old and decrepit gravestone. The inscription on it read "Here lies a witch, feared and revered in life, but now forgotten in death, but do you think I'm dead?". I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. The graveyard was definitely giving off a creepy vibe, but it was also fascinating. I couldn't help but wonder about the stories of the witches buried here. Who were they? What powers did they possess? And why were they feared and revered in life, but now forgotten in death?

With a final, grateful twitter, the bird spirit's light went out, and its form crumbled like glowing, white sand in my hands and vanished into the snowdrift. I could hear its song in the wind, and my stomach lurched as the horror settled on my mind. Every granule, every whisper of wind, every bit of light had once been a shifter's animal spirit. I had known before that this was a graveyard, but this... This was something different. A dumping ground, a mass grave where no single spirit maintained any sense of what it had once been.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

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.

He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

"Yeah but my dead girlfriend is buried here too. And so is my mom. Foster Mom. This is literally the worst–" "Robert Barrison. I've had just enough with you" the voice thundered up in Robert's head, making him groan in discomfort, holding his ears to try and numb the pain. "Did you know that there are about seventeen different ways to kill a person in a graveyard? Now if you don't shut up, and let me do everything from now on, I swear on the supreme ones, I'm going to take you through every single one of them." After hearing nothing but the night calls of owls, and a submissive man in his early twenties, it continued.

Nathan the sly the crafty one, our esteemed beta. And the flames twisted and contorted into the image of a serene burial ground, with raised mounds of dirts on the ground, tombstones to signify the identity of the buried, families crying over their fallen loved ones, bringing flowers and powering wine all over specific mounds of earth, crying and sobbing and refusing to be consoled. "The battle has been won, but at heartbreaking costs." She finished her chilling story and stared coldly into the fire. The gathering was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop a universe away.

He hugged the young woman, tightly. "I'm not ready to go. I don't want to die yet. I'm afraid." Emily cried. Death tightened his hug, providing more warmth to Emily. "I'll be with you. Don't be afraid." Emily hugged Death, still shoving her face on his chest. Her casket is now being submerged on the excavated soil. It slowly sank into the pit hole until it disappears form the sight of everyone. Kendra took one final peak before waving goodbye to her friend. Right after the burial ceremony, everyone went back to their homes. Emily's parents stayed for a while. Several men covered the hole where Emily's casket submerged.

"You guys are like the campus power couple now. Zion Graves and Khione Kay. It has a ring to it." I took a sip of my water, the cold liquid doing nothing to soothe the burn of the lie. Every time they said our names together, I felt the "grenade" ticking louder. Zion was talking about a future in Boston, and Xalia was celebrating a "truth" that didn't exist.