Great Tomb Of Nazarick Novels & Stories

When we were close enough, I signaled to Ralph, Leon, and Selene to go around the area to make sure nothing or nobody was hiding in wait. A few minutes later, we heard Leon’s whistle signal which made us know that the coast was clear. I, Gio, and Igor advanced to the entrance of the tomb. The tomb came into view. It was a large stone structure sitting on at least half a plot. One could tell from the cracks on the stones and the gray color of the stones that the tomb had existed for almost a century. Ralph, Leon, and Selene hopped out from the back of the tomb and signaled for us to come out from the bushes we were cramped in.

Jimmy and McEwan moved slowly down the north aisle, keeping the shadows behind the ample pillars that separated it from the open nave. Despite having traveled more than halfway down the nave, they still had no clear view of the tomb. The sarcophagus was recessed in a niche, obscured from this oblique angle. "At least there's nobody over there," McEwan whispered. Jimmy nodded, relieved. The entire section of the nave near Klaus' tomb was deserted. "I'll go over," he whispered. "You should stay hidden just in case someone-"

I straightened up. "Come in." The door opened and one of my most trusted men stepped inside, Marcus. His face was serious, but there was a spark of excitement in his eyes. "Spill the beans," I said. "Alpha," he said, closing the door behind him. "We found it." I sat up straighter. "The tomb?" Marcus nodded. "Yes, sir. The ancient one. The records were right. It’s buried under the old northern border, exactly where the old scrolls said it would be. Our team just confirmed the location an hour ago. The entrance is sealed, but it’s there."

Nothing. We sit again, looking around. I see Leana’s head tilt to the side as she frowns. I look up and see an ‘N’ painted on the trim that encircles the gazebo. “That’s not north,” she says quietly. “What would ‘N’ mean?” “No idea,” I say, thinking. When nothing comes to mind, we stand and make our way to an old tomb. “Do you think there are really the remains of people here, or is this a farce to hide the fact that so many became vampires?” she asks me as we walk through the mausoleum.

“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.

she said. He didn’t look up. “I know who Namaré is.” Elara froze. “What do you mean?” He turned. And the look in his eyes—It wasn’t fear. It was remorse. “I saw that name once before. Years ago. Before we met. I was part of a mission into the eastern ruins.” “You never told me that.” “It wasn’t important.” “It is now.” He exhaled. “There was a tomb. Unmarked. Unwritten. But inside was a body... still warm. No decay. No death. The others called it a god in stasis. I called it... her.”

He’s wearing a black medical facemask for anonymity, like a true K-pop idol. The tombs in the cemetery are all made of concrete; either gray or painted white. Some are fenced-in with low, spiky metal bars while most, like the Maliksis’, are only roofed, cut off from the one next to it by low walls. Inside Nate, Ecto is amazed at the Filipino custom of burial. He has finally made sense of the vapid description on Wikipedia.

“They say that Father Albert has been furious about the matter. He has asked the city council to post soldiers at the entrance to the cemetery in order to prevent it from happening again. " "Father Albert?" "The priest of Mortis of the church of the six great gods." "And who is the 'Tomb Raider'?" Viktor asked nervously. “The name has its origin in the popular fable that parents tell their children to scare them and make them behave well. But now it seems that the "Tomb Raider" is not a simple scary tale for children, after all. The first bodies began to disappear at the end of last year. Three in a few months. The first was hardly missed, since it belonged to a hanged criminal. The second w

“Henry, what’s the situation?” “James, I’ve been waiting for your call. I’ve been keeping an eye on the cemetery. Today’s the day of the burial of the leaders of the Great Four, and they’ve chosen a tomb near the Cadens’ cemetery. Besides the core members of the Great Four, the likes of Dawson, Nine Fingers, and the underworld forces of Cansington have all gathered in the suburbs. They number in tens of thousands.”

A small group gathered in the cemetery near Nikolas and Eliza’s home that Saturday for Nikolas’s funeral. We created a singular line encircling the open grave, with the Priestess of the Moon standing behind the tombstone. Noah and I stood at the foot of the grave, staring directly into the gaping hole. “Brothers and sisters,” the Priestess began, “we are gathered here today to put to rest our most honorable Brother, Nikolas Vanderbilt. Nikolas was known to many of us as an eccentric fellow but a fine dressmaker…”