Kill Grave Novels & Stories

Kylie mumbled as she tried to sit up, but a shearing pain that traveled down her side forced her to rethink her decision. #Be still. You may not have been wounded, but Grave’s power isn’t something that could easily be handled by the mortal flesh# The white Great Wolf advised and gently pushed Kylie back onto the makeshift straw bed. It was now that Kylie learned the name of the beast that had attempted to kill her. It was called Grave. “Thank you,” Kylie mumbled with a small smile on her face. Who knew that the beast that had chased her and Davies was actually this considerate? Definitely not her.

He looked less like a Prime Alpha and more like a discarded husk of charred leather and gray ash. "I'm not... planning on staying in the grave," Kael rasped. His voice was a ruined vibration, sounding as if his vocal cords had been ground under a mountain. He coughed, a spray of dark, purple-tinged blood hitting the gray grit. "I haven't heard you say the words yet. I don't get the mercy of death until I see you breathe without a weight on your chest."

Jose lay awake staring at the ceiling. He slipped out of bed and checked his phone in the bathroom. One message from an unknown number. A photo of Elias's grave at night, dirt freshly turned. Then another, right behind it. Camille's old number. I did what you were too weak to do. Jose's stomach dropped through the floor. He wanted to throw the phone. He wanted to crawl back into bed and fuck Camille again until his brain went quiet. He wanted to drive to the cemetery right now and dig until he knew for certain.

Impatiently, he said, "You rifled the closet? How dare you, Wisteria! I told you, Yvonne's stuff is off-limits! Change out of that gown and get back in the kitchen! You're an eyesore!" I scanned the fence-sitters. The ones who spewed nonsense. Then, I stared at Jackie. So I wasn't even worth being recognized by him. I was nothing but a mad housekeeper he could insult at his fancy. One of his old projects caught on fire and killed dozens of people. The army of the bereaved surrounded his company 24/7, demanding blood for blood. I used my family's power to keep the crisis at bay and even suffered a knife wound that was meant for him.

The Thread of Souls ​POV: General Vesh (Elara Vance) ​The Grand Hall of the Northern Keep was a graveyard of ash and shattered stone. ​"General..." Beta Marcus whispered, his voice cracking as he limped forward. He fell to his knees on the opposite side of Kaelen’s lifeless body. The fierce, loyal Beta looked down at the massive, smoking hole in his Alpha's abdomen, his shoulders shaking with silent, heaving sobs. "He's gone. Elara... he's gone."

“1975 to 2016. Died too young. All humans die young.” She moved on to the next grave and stared at the name on the tombstone. “Amy Gravenberch. 1988 to 2019. How old is that even?” Syke frowned. “Are you going to keep calling all the names and the year that they died? Calistè said to look for Mork here and not recite names of dead people.” “Shhh,” Chloe grunted. “I know what I’m doing. Don’t distract me.” Syke frowned and stared outside the gate while Chloe continued moving from grave to grave in search of whatever she was looking for.

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

From the helicopter, I watched Alfred race to the crash site, clutching the fallen license plate, crying out, "Helen, Ruby..." It did not take long for the internet to explode with news of Ruby and I dying in that fiery wreck. I held my sleeping Ruby tight, put away my phone, and whispered, "This is it, Alfred. We're done for good." Alfred was haunted, thinking it was all some nightmare. He would slap himself, pinch his skin, and even jab himself with a knife, desperate to snap out of it. However, the pain, sharp and undeniable, kept telling him the brutal truth.

She was my person. "Tonia would soon be back. I need to be home to receive her and explain why the fuck her mother still hasn't returned" Gerald groaned. "It was nice talking to you, kid bro. Stay away from my wife though" I glared up at him. "Whose child is Tonia?" Gerald halted for a while. "Yours is dead." was all he said before moving Then it settled in that she fucked Gerald. I didn't know when I snapped a pen into two until the sound echoed in my ear.

“Rotting? You’re sitting up like you own the damn place. I expected you unconscious, maybe drooling. You look better than I thought.” “Better than you, I bet,” he shot back, a faint smirk tugging at his lips before his expression hardened. “What’s happening out there? You look like hell, Killian.” I leaned back in the chair, exhaling slowly. “You want the short version or the long version?” “Don’t play games,” he said, voice low. “Tell me.” I studied him for a moment, then leaned forward, elbows on my knees. “Kade’s dead.”