It's Been So Long By The Living Tombstone の小説・ストーリー

The cemetery was a quiet place, draped in the melancholic hues of late afternoon. Adrian Blackwood stood at the edge, the weight of seven years pressing down on him like a physical force. The sky above was painted in soft shades of amber and gold, the sun casting long shadows over the twin headstones that had become the focus of his monthly pilgrimage. In his arms, fresh lilies swayed gently in the wind. Their sweet fragrance filled the air, but it was fleeting just like the lives he had destroyed. The love he had lost. The future he could never reclaim.

"It's a full moon tonight, but not for long. We can't keep track of time, so it could easily be morning already. My point is, we don't have time for your useless questions." Vivian hesitated for a moment before nodding and beginning to dig. She knew better than to cross Alice when she was in this mood. As they dug, the silence between them was tense, the only sound being the scraping of the shovels against the earth. They dug the earth around the tombstone, their shovels moving faster than any human could, thanks to the power of the moon coursing through their wolf veins. The smell of damp earth filled Alice's nostrils, and she could only hope their efforts wouldn't be in vain. She continued

Of all people, she is the mother and if he is in pain, that would be ten times for Cassy's mom. So he kept quiet. He waited until the old woman started to open her mouth. But even before she could speak, Aunt Lisa cried. Aunt Lisa has been a widow for almost 2 years. Cassy's father passed away due to an accident so she is the only one who supports Cassy. "Aunt Lisa, what's wrong?" Leon said in a very low voice. He's being careful so Cassy won't hear them. Aunt Lisa didn't answer. She just cried.

The old song being played matched the room perfectly. “ Old songs are the best. Deeper meanings.” he said while scanning the CDs. He stood beside me in the left part of the small store. “ Like old souls giving a deeper connection, huh?” I asked and give him a sarcastic look. He shake his head no. “ Old souls are never replaced like songs.” he said. “ They are forever. Forever living or forever dying.”he paused and pat my head. “Forever dying while living.” he continued making me freeze from my position. He's thinking the same way like me. For once in a while again, he made me feel speechless.

He had always treated me with unconditional kindness, yet I had never returned it equally. Standing before my grave, I finally felt a sense of peace and acceptance. But then, Ryan pushed over my tombstone and began digging into my grave with his transformed claws. What was he doing? Someone needed to stop him! I was furious and anxious. He had never let me rest when I was alive, and even in death, he wouldn't leave me in peace. He should have been the one to give me a home, a safe place to belong. But it was Leo who had given me a tombstone, and now Ryan wanted to destroy even that.

What a bunch of lazy tails. Thought that because they’d lived longer, they were always right. Ha. The reason they’d lived so long is that they didn’t have a single cojone between them. All talk, no teeth. Lou shut the eye without answering, and A.C. worked his mouth over his own teeth, feeling the flesh give way against the sharp spikes he worked so hard to cultivate. Sharper than broken coral, able to slice better than any sheared seashell, this was a set of choppers to be proud of. He wanted to put them to good use.

Calla's POV My foot sank into the soil as I approached my mother's tombstone. My body felt heavy with every step I took as I reluctantly got closer. The hair on my arms raised like I had been electrified as I stood there frozen letting the cold breeze brush my skin. 'In loving memory of Hannah Rhode Grayson,September 7th 1969 - June 28th 2022' was craved on it. My thoughts could not fathom how gutwreacking I felt reading it.

In Harford City, the sky was overcast—a dull, heavy gray that mirrored the solemnity of the day. The air carried the scent of incense and fresh flowers, clinging to everything like a memory refusing to fade. The Moore family stood before the twin graves of Benjamin and Vivianne Moore. The marble headstones were tall, pristine, unyielding. Their names carved into stone remained untouched by time, yet they had shaped every second of Grayson’s life.

We didn't take a convoy; we traveled in our shifted forms, two shadows racing across the moonlit plains. The Ossuary was a crumbling ruin of white stone, hidden deep within a canyon. As we approached, the air turned frigid. I could feel the presence of the Ghost Council before I saw them. They weren't alive, but they weren't dead either. They were echoes—wraiths of the old world held together by sheer spite and the remnants of the Council’s forbidden magic. "Welcome home, daughter of the void," the Elder’s voice rasped from the darkness of the tomb.

"Wolfsbane? Sharon, are you insane? You're not allowed to take your own life, you hear me?" His voice faded, growing fainter and fainter, until it disappeared entirely. Samson Holt, may we never see each other ever again.