Kill Grave Novels & Stories

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

Most of the victims of the mysterious virus were productive-age Alphas, including the most recent ones. Before approaching, I searched for something to use for digging. Luckily, luck was on my side once again. I found a shovel lying near an old shack, likely used during a recent burial. I took the shovel and walked towards the grave with Sabrina's name. She was the Omega servant at Cassian's palace who died from the virus.

“No. That’s not what this is.” I shoved him away and scooted to the far edge of the bed, putting distance between us. “Then what is it? Do you know what I just dreamed about?” My voice cracked as tears welled in my eyes. “Your funeral, Killian. The mausoleum was in pieces.” I didn’t say that I felt like every person he’d ever killed had gathered around me as I looked into his coffin. I didn’t mention the girl who looked like a mixture of the two of us I’d seen kneeling in front of the stone.

Broken. He turned when he heard Ava approach, his eyes wild with fury and something worse—fear. “You shouldn’t be here,” he barked. “Go back!” Ava stepped forward anyway. “Tell me what you found.” He opened his mouth. Closed it. Looked back at the tomb’s entrance like it held answers he didn’t want to speak aloud. “The grave wasn’t empty,” he muttered. Ava's breath caught. “What does that mean?” Kain moved aside. With a reluctant nod, he led her inside. The walls were lined with stone coffins, some untouched, others broken open. One at the far end had been freshly disturbed. The air smelled of damp soil and rot.

“Cover more ground. Eyes open.” Dee raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Careful.” Aire disappeared into the crowd, moving like she’d learned to before her death—fluid, unseen, yet fully aware. Every familiar corner, every alleyway, whispered secrets of who had risen and who had fallen while she was gone. And Trevon? He was out there, lurking, underestimating the girl he tried to kill.

°° KLEIN °° It was her. Gracefully alighting from the black escalade. “A.. Azalea.’’ The word rolls off my lips in a shaky whisper, and my legs acts on their own, pushing me up from my seat. In the last four years… despite how hard I tried to convince myself she was alive, somewhere at the back of my mind still believed she was dead. That I'd lost her forever, and was now on the journey of losing my own self.

I was the only casualty. Yet the cause of death would still point straight at Maisie because I'd arranged for her to be the last person to call me right before I died. I was gambling. I was taking revenge. I was using my life as my final counterattack. And it seems I won. At some point, Anthony had grabbed a knife from the kitchen. He pressed the cold blade to his wrist, his expression resolute and unwavering. "Willow, I'm coming to be with you." He smiled, then slashed his wrist hard. In an instant, blood spurted everywhere.

Alessandro stared into space as he watched them start shoving soil and dirt over her coffin. It was meters down. He wanted to go there, too. He wanted to be with her—soon. He cracked a bitter smile. He had thought about it; it was better to be with her than to seek revenge. He would let Keira's siblings and family do it. He would be useless anyway, just as he was when she was killed. Alex noticed that ugly smile on his son's face and felt worried. Alessandro stayed there while the others left. Keira's grave was surrounded by five bodyguards. Lovie and Hunter, the two adorable American Pitbull Terriers, ran around the grave and then ran off.

As I stared blankly at the gravestone, the elderly cemetery caretaker approached and struck up a conversation with me. "Sir, do you know Old Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan? I don't think I've ever seen you here before." It was such a simple question, yet it made my heart throb in pain all the same. After all, who am I when the place that should have belonged to Jessica's husband had already been engraved with Christian's name? Although I was standing under the sunlight, I felt like some lowly rat that ought to hide in the shadows. How could I stand before these gravestones when I didn't have a respectable identity that I could claim aloud?

“What if I say no, I mean don’t get me wrong I could really use some money right now but I don’t want to go into something that might get me killed” “if you refuse, you walk out here alive, just keep you mouth shut and we’ll leave you” Throughout their talk, Kim had been staring at Marcel with wild thoughts running through her mind about the boy ‘ he’s handsome, if you get past the worn out clothes he’s wearing I’m sure he’ll be quite the lady-killer with that body of his and to think that I’ve never seen him go to a gym” “Ok Mr. Marcus I’ll work for you, just tell me when and where I have to show up”