روايات وقصص ضمن Graveyard Tales

"Oh, my goodness! This woman died a horrible death!" "She was a pureblood werewolf attacked by a rogue. Her body was pumped full of liquid silver!" "How did her family not realize what was happening? Couldn't anyone sense she was dead?" The TV kept replaying the news of my death while the comments section blew up with arguments about how I'd died. People reacted with shock, grief, and even outrage. But not a single one of them knew who I really was. My body was found in an old storm drain at the boundary of our family land. The site had once served as a military water reserve, storing liquid silver bombs during the civil war, but it had long been abandoned.

I did not even wait for Morris to rise from his bed before ordering a couple of guards to uproot her coffin and take it to the graveyard of the fallen innocent. You see, in the realm we have three designated graveyards. The yard of traitors. The yard of the fallen innocent. And the yard of the heroes. The yard of traitors was hardly, if not never visited at all. The few times they were visited it was by enemies and foes who often pissed or shit on the graves in the yard. It was truly a dishonorable place to be.

The Moon Goddess watched over them, guiding their steps as they traversed treacherous terrain and braved unforgiving elements. Finally, they arrived at a forgotten graveyard nestled deep in the heart of a secluded valley. The tombstones stood weathered and worn, their inscriptions faded with time. Yet one grave, stood out amongst the rest, adorned with moonlit flowers that bloomed even in the darkest of nights. It was here, beneath the ancient oak tree, that Sable's father lay at eternal rest. As they approached the grave, a sense of both anticipation and apprehension filled the air. The weight of their quest was almost tangible, as if the very earth held its breath. Sable knelt by her fathe

“No. As in something strange happening in their territory.” “I don’t think so. I haven’t been keeping tabs for the last few days though.” “Maybe there’s no news.” “Is there something specific you want to know?” Marc stroke a match and dropped it down. The flames roared. “Probably. It’s still too soon.” After filling the dirt over the ashes, they exited the Western Umbre Graveyard, which was occasionally filled with ghouls even though it was illegal to dig old graves and eat the bodies. Witch Bones was decorated like a medieval cavern: gloomy atmosphere, wooden tables, and tall stools. On the walls were animal skulls and horns. Honestly, she often wondered how they had never been sued for tha

It was a revelation akin to finding a missing piece of a complex jigsaw. ‌ As they turned back towards the old man, ready to delve deeper into his insights, they were met with emptiness. The old man had vanished, leaving behind only the echo of his tale. ‌ Carlin shared a bemused look with Vanya. "Well, that was… unexpected." ‌ Vanya chuckled, her eyes dancing with a blend of amusement and bewilderment. "Talk about being at the right place and the right time." ‌ Standing there, overlooking the cemetery, they felt the weight of the old man's words enveloping them. The graves' stories now held a deeper significance – not solely as markers of lives past, but as emblems of a larger struggle agai

Anne wished they hadn’t spoken to that batty old man, listening to his riddles and dead-end tales. The later discovery of alternate tales, crude folklore and legends betrayed by a handful of the old or wandering mad reinforced Damon’s suspicions of an ancient grave site, though there was no recorded information of its existence until Damon’s final research paper. There Damon recounted it by name, “The Mourner’s Cradle.”

Hayden said as he led me by the hand. We walked uphill a little bit through the grass before we arrived at what I suspect was our true destination for the night. Unlike the unkempt grassy area from before, the landscape in front of me seemed to be well maintained. The grass short and orderly and there were enough light on poles to properly illuminate the area. However, I never would have guessed that he would bring me to a place like this… A graveyard…and a very large one at that. “This graveyard belongs to my family. Well, the Torex family or if you would like ‘the gang’. Everyone from the gang who dies is buried here,” Hayden explained.

Gracie reminded all of them. "What raffle tickets, Gracie?" Belvina asks in confusion. "Oh, it's the raffle ticket for our company's anniversary, remember? Let me tell you the grand prize unless you forgot about it. The grand prize will be a round-trip ticket to Tokyo, Japan, and a one week vacation and stay at one of the hotels there!' Gracie informed them. Cherish and Belvina gave each other knowing looks, after they heard Gracie. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Cherish asked her friend, as her eyes sparkled with excitement.

So in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be completely drained of worth. The storm felt as though it were freezing my organs solid, but I summoned the last of my strength, curled my fingers and pushed the car door open again. My stiff limbs gave way the moment I stepped out, and I fell hard into the snow. Hearing the noises from my end, Zachary scoffed, his sneer almost visible in his voice. "No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now?

That was not the issue. She traced her eyes to the road which was littered with papers and debris that flew around in the gentle breeze between our house and the next. The street was greenish-gold, illuminated by the almost fallen streetlamps that half revealed all things below them in an airy greenish-gold; Thaddeus spotted a man standing with his two hands up and another behind him, pointing a revolver just down the road. He saw all things in greenish gold but these men, in this situation was as clear as the brightest star in the darkest sky. He might be witnessing something more than what he thought it was; a murder. It was quite unbearable as it would be entertaining that it was occurrin