I've Dug Two Graves Novels & Stories

I'll make you dance with my words untill I wear you off. I'll make your life as hell as you made for me, Owen Ashford! Last time I dug my own grave by letting you in my life.. This time I'll make sure to dig yours with my own hand and bury you there.

Blake inhales “Good to hear that sucker,now pack up fuck boy!” Owen laughs while grabbing a rubble sack then stops and looks back at Blake, “any word about this to anyone and you will be the one next in these rubble sacks” Owen licks his teeth looking mischievously at Blake with a grin. Out at the back of the house,Daniel is digging up little graves on the ground while sweating profusely. Owen and Blake comes out and drops the rubble sacks. “I already dug up two holes” Daniel says while pointing at the two holes few meters away from where they stood, “It’s best that way”

Bede here had no idea about. Unbeknownst to him, he had dug his own grave, and I was going to bury him alive!

They couldn't, not even Garrick, who sat clutching his ruined knee, his renewed hatred for me burning behind his scowl. “You want a place here?” Tion asked, louder now. “Then take it.” He pointed to the pit. “Bury your weakness.” I didn’t hesitate. I took the shovel offered …heavy, rough, splintering in my palm and filled the grave meant for me. Stone by stone. Soil by soil. Until it vanished, the only telltale sign was a heap of soil at the top while everyone else watched in silence. When I finished, I didn’t ask what came next.

I pointed at something that looked like a freshly dug grave. Cade and I exchanged a look, both feeling a sense of dread. I approached the grave, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt my hands shake as I jumped into the hole, desperate to see what was hidden beneath the dirt. To my surprise, I found gold. Lots of it. My eyes widened as I gazed at the glittering treasures before me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I felt Cade's hand on my shoulder, a smile spreading across his face as he too took in the sight.

"No, we can't. A pack honors its dead, Azriel. Even the ones without fur." For the next four hours, the world shrank down to the sound of metal cutting into the frozen earth. Kieran and I dug. We didn't use our wolf strength to tear through it like wild beasts; we dug with our human hands, paying our respects with every heavy lift of dirt. We prepared a massive, unified gravesite beneath the ancient pine tree at the center of the square. One by one, we carried them. Old Maren, her face peaceful despite the violence that had taken her.

“A burial site. Recently dug.” My blood ran cold. “Are you sure?” He nodded. “I’ve seen enough to know.” Leo’s hand clenched around the hilt of his sword, and I could see the tension in his posture. “Dig it up,” he ordered. The wolves set to work, their claws tearing through the soil with a ferocity born of fear and anger. As the earth was pulled away, a shallow grave was revealed, and inside, we found the bodies of two scouts, their faces twisted in fear.

He found two freshly covered graves, he looked around and found a shovel. Pascal was looking at Swift wondering if he had gone crazy from looking for Genevieve. Swift began to dig the first grave. "What are you doing?" Pascal asked as his nose savour the stenchy smell emanating from the grave, he quickly covered his poor nose to reduce it suffering.

I straightened up and let my gaze pass over the faces crowded in the doorway, all of them wide-eyed and eager to be liked. "Help you?" I laughed a little. "When you were calling me a penny-pinching fossil in Slack yesterday afternoon, you had plenty to say about my 'connections.'" "When you were popping champagne with Cassie last night and watching this place drive off a cliff without a single one of you speaking up, where was all your concern about your mortgage?" I picked up my box. "Adults live with the choices they make." "You all chose to believe in your brilliant growth hacker. Go ask her for a paycheck."

It had nothing to do with logic and emotions; he was just cruel with no ounce of mercy. I knew he’d leave their bodies to decay in the wild open, so I rushed out back at sundown with a shovel. Small little me had no knowledge of six feet’s deep at that point, but I dug five and dropped them in, hushed a silent prayer, and covered them up. Buried before an oak tree, I engraved some symbols on the tree to enable me to know just where their graves were. I had no knowledge of them, but all I could think of was covering my father’s mess.