Kill Grave Novels & Stories

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.

Twenty minutes later, I’m done and turning my paper in to Professor Vassily’s desk. “Already?” He takes the paper from me. “Yeah. I love the book.” He chuckles. “You take after your father, I guess.” I stare at him. Professor Vassily rubs his temple. “I read your file. I saw that he was a professor. I’m sorry for your loss.” The suffocating feeling I’m always working so hard to keep at bay presses down on my chest. I’m right back there, standing in the living room with the phone pressed to my ear, hearing those awful words: “terrible accident”... “passed away”...

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.

“Andrea, would you please stop this nonsense?” I yanked the card back, unfazed. “I’m buying a plot for your parents. This is serious. If Camille bought it, would you call it “nonsense” too? Or is her family dropping dead soon?” Camile stomped her foot and gasped. “Andrea, that’s such a vile thing to say! How could you curse my family like that?” I coldly said, “This is the first time I’ve ever seen a living person try to fight the dead for a grave. Are you that eager to die, Camile?”

My hands were shaking, a deep, profound sorrow washing over my senses as the scent of old iron and decay filled the air. "We can't leave them like this," I whispered, my voice breaking. Kieran walked up beside me, a heavy wooden shovel he had found near an old shed held in his hand. His expression was grim, a quiet reverence in his eyes. "No, we can't. A pack honors its dead, Azriel. Even the ones without fur." ***

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

Kyle interjected, a smug look painted on his face. “Mr. Wright, it’s good to see you again,” Aldrich acknowledged Kyle’s presence. “The next time you see Mr. Grim Reaper, tell him my wife and I have already signed an exclusive contract with another afterlife provider,” Kyle added. “Premium package, unlimited clouds, no harp music. He can save himself the embarrassment and cross us off his list.”