Kill Grave Novels & Stories

"Then he'll kill you. The way he killed your family." He turned on his heel and went, not a word spoken, and left her completely alone, heart racing with fear. The next day, Elena took a day off from work. She was sitting on her couch, the flash drive burning a hole in the middle of her hand. Her memories tied her chest down and refused to release her. Did Killian know? Was he just messing with her all along? She plugged the drive in, shaky hands. Hours went by. Voice mail. Secret calls. Secret contact. And here it was—the proof that Thomas Graves had orchestrated the massacre. And buried deep within, one sound file with this name: K. Graves: Final Approval.

He knew that, without a phone or a lawyer, Elara had pulled the final trigger. He let out a howl that was easily seen as lonely and broken. Even the human guards in the hallway stopped their pacing, their hair standing on one end. It wasn't a howl of an Alpha. It was the pain of a man realizing he was standing in a grave he’d spent eight years digging.

Pathetic. “I am not surprised. Killian is spineless; he doesn't deserve a weapon like you. Get close to Grave, sink your claws in him, and drain him. I don't care if you have to fuck him.” Kane grumbled, the fire and hatred in his voice so evident. He has always been on edge whenever Grave is involved. I shivered a little at the thought of fucking Grave, not out of disgust; the man has occupied my thoughts in the most sinful way possible.

A once happy and loving family tore apart by utter grief, sadness, and tragedy. When the ambulance finally arrived at the scene, they were horrified. At that instant, they knew they could be no survivors in this horrific scene. To their greatest shock they saw a 5-year-old boy tucked in the arms of a woman with blood all over her body, legs broken due to the impact of the crash, he was still, eyes closed, the paramedics feared for the worst. They were on the way to bring a jack when a heard a faint groan. "Quick bring the jack and the stretcher!!!"

His thoughts were interrupted by Howl Wolf Thor. "It's inside the news, Alpha, that Gamma Kai of Gravefur Pack is alive," Howl Wolf Thor whispered into the ear of Alpha Lowell. Hearing the words of Howl Wolf Thor, Alpha Lowell's eyes sparkled with joy. "This is confirmed news, isn't it?" he asked.

Kelvin glanced at the newspaper again; the heavy lettering glared back at him like a condemnation. ROMANCE NIGHT GONE TRAGIC. Ex-Dancer Killed by Unknown Attacker. The words pierced through his chest like a cold knife, numbing his innards. Evelyn Chase. Killed. The woman he had spent hours with moments ago. His brain whirled, resisting the wave of panic that tickled its way into his bloodstream. He balled the paper up, his shaking hands, and shoved it into the coat pocket as if attempting to conceal the reality.

Zane said in a possessive manner Zane loved Elena in a possessive way, he would kill Elena in a snap of the fingers rather than leave her Elena was surprised to know that Zane waited for you because she always saw him as a heatless bastard “but I don’t want you,” Elena said being a bold woman, Zane maintains a gap between them and looked at her up and down “you don’t want me that means you don’t want your mate,” Zane asked her in doubt and Elena laughed

Her heart started aching again, she missed them so much and wished they'd just magically appear and tell her that they weren't dead and were there to take her back but it was impossible. They were dead and they were gone very far away from where she was. She had no one to turn to, no one to help her, she was all alone in her world with no one to turn to . She wished Derek had just killed her rather than going through the pain and suffering of always remembering that her parents were dead and her life a living hell

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.

In my previous life, when I was curled up in the hospital in the late stages of stomach cancer, racked with pain, did she kneel before the doctors like this, crying and begging them to use the best medicine? No, she didn't. Instead, she only wept and told me, "Honey, the money is all in fixed-term deposits. We can't withdraw it, so just try to endure." I slowly knelt down, meeting her frantic, pleading eyes at eye level. Then, in a voice so soft only the two of us could hear, I said emphatically, "Myra, if Dwight's life matters, then what about mine? Is my life worth nothing?" Myra stopped crying and pleading abruptly. She had understood the deeper meaning in my words and finally realized th