روايات وقصص ضمن Graveyard Tales

“Because of the beliefs my people hold, many; especially the soldiers hold to religious knowledge. This means that they believe in the folklore of if your eyes remain open once you pass, your soul will be forever trapped within your rotting corpse and you will be unable to find peace in the next life.” “I’ve heard about that, we do something different.” The dark lord claimed, lighting a cigarette before he continued. “Have you ever noticed that my soldiers have dog tags?” Elika thought for a moment, remembering the small metal chains that each of her uncle’s soldiers wore. She nodded slowly, glancing toward Dorian before she spoke; his demonic yellow eyes locked onto her. “Yes, the metal thi

No wonder he reeked. “Father . . . Father Pow . . . I mean Kit,” he said panting, as much from panic as from the run. “There are things out there . . . in the cemetery. They’re under the ground, they come from the graves, the ones Sloman was worried about. They’re killing people, Sloman and Cundle and . . . and . . . It’s horrible, they’ve been chasing me.” “I know all about them, lad.” Jim was incredulous. “You do?”

Zora asked the man curiously. “Another lady found dead, this is the fourth body this week, and a lot over the months” the man replied shaking his head in pity. “This is bad,” Zora said to the man, she turned to me and said “ I am so sorry Eli that you have to witness this, you are going to be fine okay?” she looked unsure of what she saying but she continued to patt my back gentle. Suddenly I felt a sharp twinge in my lower abdomen. Sending a strange signal all over my body, it was as if my body was reacting on its own and I couldn't control it. The pain intensified causing me to hold onto Zora.

When Vanessa gave her a weird look, she quickly added, “For better training of course.” Pausing for a while, Lucinda added, “I heard the grandson is very handsome and cute.” “And you are telling me this because—” “No reason, just letting you know that you are going to work with a cute and handsome young man, who is almost your age.” Lucinda winked at her before walking out of the room. “Where are you going?” “To gather more details about the grandson.” …. Evening Justin’s apartment. Squatting down, Bryan groaned in frustration, “Megan is gonna kill me—”

I stared at it without touching it. "If you're still thinking the same thing after you leave this bar..." Damian continued, "...come." "No pressure," Damon added calmly. "If you don't show up, this conversation never happened." He said and Draven smirked. "And if you do..." He left the sentence unfinished as heat rushed into my cheeks. My fingers slowly closed around the card. The embossed silver letters reflected against the table as I stared at the card. The Ryder Penthouse. A downtown address everyone in the city recognized. I looked back up. "So that's it?"

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Every kindergarten had refused to accept him because of his violent tendencies. On the television, the news was reporting that a woman named Maisie Gray had won ten million dollars in the lottery. At that moment, Zoe suddenly went mad. She grabbed the knife in her hand and stabbed both Lucas and Edwin to death before stabbing herself. When the news reached me, I was drinking coffee in the villa I had just bought overseas. My father was fishing, my mother was tending to her flowers, and my brother was studying in Horvar. I still had a beautiful, happy life ahead of me.

Mirelle “Oh goodness lord,” My hands trembled as I clutched the summons letter, the black wax seal broken but its weight still crushing me. Nocturne. The name alone sent chills down my spine, a whispered curse in the underbelly of the city where debts were not paid in money but in flesh. I, Mirelle Kane, had borrowed from the wrong people. A desperate loan to save my mother's medical bills, and now the collectors demanded repayment in the most intimate way possible. One night at Nocturne, where I would be auctioned to the highest bidder, my body the currency to settle the score.

"Been here long?" "Thirty years," he grunted, unlocking the gate with a key from his belt. The chain rattled as it swung open. "Seen all sorts come through—grievers, historians, even ghost hunters. You take your time; no rush." I smiled faintly, stepping through. "Appreciate it." The gate clanged shut behind me, and I was in, the cemetery unfolding like a forgotten storybook. The paths were gravel-strewn, crunching underfoot, lined with tombs and markers etched with names long faded. The air carried a musty scent, earth mixed with stone, and the quiet was profound, broken only by distant birdsong. Shay's tomb was deeper in, under that massive willow, its branches swaying gently like a natura

Locked there—two broken pieces of the same ruined family. And then, before I could say anything else, Evelyne turned on her heel and disappeared down the hall. Leaving me standing there. Alone. Again. ---- The graveyard is suffocating in its stillness. The air is thick with the scent of decay, the chill creeping under my skin as I push the gates open. The rusted metal groans in protest, but I hardly notice, too lost in my own thoughts. Each step deeper into the graveyard feels like I’m being drawn into the past—into something that doesn’t belong to me, something that never should’ve been.