Is Diggy Graves White Or Black Novels & Stories

New message. A photo of our cemetery, time-stamped five minutes ago. Fresh dirt disturbed. A shovel in frame. Under it, three words. DIG HIM UP.

Marshall, that heartless piece of trash… I was still alive, and he couldn't wait to cheat, let his people and his mistress abuse my family, and even desecrate the dead! I bit down hard on my lip until I tasted blood, barely holding back the rage boiling inside me. I pulled out my phone and was about to call 911 when Digby snatched it away and smashed it on the ground. "Calling the cops?" he sneered. "It's pointless! Mr. Gray will make the matter disappear." He pointed to a large pit nearby, which had been dug out for an artificial lake on the golf course. The bottom was filled with broken rocks and rusted steel bars sticking out at odd angles.

“ I apologize for what I'm about to do next. I can't live with it anymore, Caspian and I also can't wait till Black's anniversary. I hope you forgive me for laying your brother to rest on the day I'm supposed to be mourning you.” I dropped the flowers and stood for a while. It was time to let go. It was time to lay Black to rest. I have left him to wander in the wilderness for so many years, it was time to make the final journey home. “ You may begin.” The men got to work. They digged up the shallow unmarked grave. They dug deep into the ground. The full moon shone brightly and illuminated the yard. The white colored coffin glistened under the moonlight. I sat beside his body and replayed th

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Right, it was the power of divinity that rendered the resentful Chi into nothingness. The divinity in her glabella emitted a faint green glow that enveloped both of them. “Good baby, you’ve saved your daddy’s life!” Alex could not help but kiss the little one on the cheek. Until then did he have the mood to look closely at this white bone palace—the Gods’ Tomb. At a glance, it was even a more terrifying sight. There was really a tomb inside. There were neatly arranged graves with different sizes everywhere. Some had epitaphs on them; some did not have epitaphs.

Theo and Adrian followed behind him, both also dressed in black. "I know you guys never liked plain white flowers, so I brought a bunch of colors," Theo said softly. His eyes welled up as he looked at the three young, smiling faces on the gravestones. "I figured this is more your style." Adrian, pushing his wheelchair, gently placed the bouquets down beside each grave. His eyes were filled with grief. Gregory knelt in front of one of the graves and wiped the rain off the photo. Then, he pulled out a bottle of white wine, pouring a drink for each of them.

"The budget for the New York expansion needs your signature." "Let them wait," Kael rasped. He turned back to the grave. His eyes narrowed. Something was wrong. Usually, the grave was bare save for the withered remains of the white roses Kael left every week. But today, a splash of darkness lay against the gray marble. He stepped closer, his boots sinking into the saturated earth. A bouquet of lilies sat at the base of the stone. They weren't white. They were black—deep, obsidian petals that looked like they had been dipped in ink.

“ Go on, pay your respects to your mother.” He did not have any intention of following after her in the graveyard since it was really small and open, one could see the tombstones sticking out of the land with ease. Levy stepped out of the car and then walked over to the graveyard with her hands clutching onto a small bouquet that had lilies tied in it. He stared at the small graveyard that was rather different from the one in their territory, the graveyard was so small that he was surprised that the witches in this community were not burying their loved ones in standing graves because it was so cramped that there were multiple mass graves.

The man yelled, leading a smile to crawl on the face of the BMW owner. Soon after, the sand above the wooden surface was cleared to reveal a customized coffin with an engraved name on it. "Open it," The BMW man ordered, and as the forced it open, they found nothing inside. There were neither bones, maggots, nor any sign of rotten flesh. A strange smile appeared on his lips as he waved them to cover it up. He started to leave for his car, and as he began to reverse, he turns his car's headlights on, a reflection hitting the name engraved on the tombstone which was formerly above the grave they just dug to reveal, "Donovan Otto Blackwood,"

They turned on their heels and walked away, no longer heeding Samantha’s cries. With the Beta’s guidance, Blake and Kaden found where Lucia and I were buried. Kaden clawed at the soil desperately, trying to excavate the burial site. With bloodshot eyes, Blake stared at Lucia’s name on the wooden plaque. “How could you be dead, Lucia? This can’t be true!” Despite Blake’s attempts to mindlink Lucia, he could not get through to her. Blake and Kaden dug the grave like mad wolves. They had to see us with their own eyes.