Graveyard Tales Novels & Stories

“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.”

“I knew that you were a greedy person but I didn’t know that you could take anyone’s life for your own concern! I will not let you live until I see you in the prison” “I didn’t kill him! it was just an accident” Keith started hesitating. “Stop lying you greedy man! You’re a thief and a murderer! All you love is money!” Henry accused. Keith slammed the door and went back in. “You didn’t go to work today? Asked his little daughter Victoria. “No.” “Why and who was on the door?” Martina came and sat beside Keith.

I had figured out if I continued, they would give me a sedative. After a while, I watched them get busy, running around as they carried out different tests. Finally, the opportunity came knocking, and I grabbed hold of it. I slipped out of the hospital without their notice, racing to my mother's grave. My vision was blurry as I ran into the cemetery, my eyes scanning the graves of others. “In loving memory of Lucia Woods,” I read aloud, my gaze falling on my mother's grave. I stifled my gasps as I walked to it, staggering, fear gripping my chest. Her name was engraved on the pillar. My lips trembled, the tears running down freely.

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.

Jesse seethed as she scanned the nearly empty parking garage. Her ride, a bubbly working mother named Gail, had promised to wait the fifteen minutes it would take Jessie to send off that one last crucial email. She had finished in ten, yet by the time she had stepped off the elevator and into the garage there was no Gail. Only two cars remained. It was as though at six o’clock all eight floors of the T&E building just vanished in some apocalyptic sci-fi moment.

Blair and I head to my old pack territory. It’s strange to be heading back there. I honestly thought when I left with Zane. I’d never be back. At first, that saddened me, but as I realized how shitty my life was with my pack, I was glad at the thought of never coming back. It figures Sage would lure me here. The old cemetery is considered haunted by the pack. Over the years, the stories grew crazier and wilder. I could never figure out why people thought it was haunted or cursed. Knowing the truth, the tales make sense. The cemetery's ground is indeed soaked in the blood of lycans and werewolves, the beginning of a curse that created not only one supernatural race but also a hybrid race. No

His thumb stroked the skin there in a way that reminded me I wasn't alone in this mess. "He’s going to feel a lot more than this, Beautiful," Ares chimed in, stepping over the lifeless body of a guard. He wiped a spray of blood from his cheek with the back of his hand, something lethal flickering behind his eyes. "By the time we’re done, the name Graves won't be a legacy. It’ll be a warning." Atlas was already barking orders into his headset. He was coordinating the cranes and the secondary transport ships that were emerging from the fog.

Nyra It took me two days—and way too much late-night scrolling—to find anything solid about Fantasies. Most of what I found online was vague, broken, or so cryptic it might as well have been written in Morse code. People online just kept repeating the same thing: It’s not for everyone. Which, of course, made me want it more. I was huddled in the break room, elbows on the table, completely absorbed in a thread called “What really happens at Fantasies,” when a voice cut through the silence.

Anthony seemed drunk. The minute he walked through the door, the strong stench of alcohol hit me. Before my ghost friends and I could even guess what had happened, Anthony staggered straight into the bedroom, looking like his soul had been sucked out again. He threw his arms around my urn and suddenly started to sob. My friends were dumbfounded; the cards slipped from my hands and scattered all over the floor.

He grew up to be a brave, strong wolf. Felix didn't live until he was 100 years old. On the day my adopted son became the Alpha of the pack, Felix dragged his broken body to the swimming pool and drowned himself. I adjusted his corpse into a kneeling position and buried him in front of Ryan's tombstone. After all, Felix hadn't fully atoned for his sins while he was still alive. It was only natural that he continued doing so in death.