Kill Grave Novels & Stories

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.

You'll never find me, Killian. I'm in that cold morgue, waiting for your order to be turned into a pile of ash. #

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

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

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."

"Because you were about to lock it in. Marry her. Make it permanent. I waited. I gave you time to see it yourself. You used every second to build your clean little life on top of his body and I just kept watching you do it." "If he's really gone," Jose started, "then why dig all this up now, why make me—" "He's not gone." Rainer's voice cracked on the last word like something breaking under too much weight. He looked away. Looked back. "I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it."

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."

“Are you certain?” “I have his grave if you want to see it.” I stand up abruptly. “Show me.” --- The grave is at the edge of the village, marked by stones and covered in wildflowers. A simple cross carved with his name: Kael Vargasin. I kneel in the dirt, pressing my hands against the stones. My father. The man I never really knew. The one who spent years as a captive, who died alone without ever getting to know me. The warmth in my chest surges, breaks, and floods through me. I press my hands to the grave and let it all pour out. The stones shimmer, the flowers brighten, and the earth seems to shudder.