Kill Grave Novels & Stories

I said slowly, "Oh, she's one of the three girls who were killed by the vampires in the last attack. They died here. Their bodies were soaked in mud and rain. Their stomachs were torn open, and their internal organs could be seen." "It's... It's horrible..." Kevin's tone sounded uncomfortable, and he looked around cautiously. "One of them was lying..." I pointed at Kevin's feet. Before I could finish, he jumped up like a large spring on the soles of his feet. "... at your feet..." I continued. Embarrassed by his reaction, Kevin cleared his throat, adjusted his coat, and tiptoed to my side. "Do you think... Their souls will linger here?" I made an inappropriate joke.

“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

The shaft was filled with nasty, stinking sewage. I had a hunch about what he was planning. Marina paled further. "I'm sorry. Forgive me. Even if I die, she's not coming back. You don't get to see her again." Anthony laughed. It was a creepy, bone-chilling sound. Then, with a slight shove, he sent her tumbling into the muck like a broken doll. Her scream echoed in the shaft. "Why bother? You treated me like dirt when I was alive, and now you're avenging me? It's too late. This is meaningless," I sighed, stepping back.

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.

My shoulder sagged as the tears rolled down uncontrollably from my eyes She wasn't wrong at all and I was partially to blame for all these. "That was your grandchild, Roberta." Melissa spoke, her voice small. I turned to her, my eyes softened. "Melissa, I'm so -" "A murderer! She tried to kill her grandchild. In fact, she killed her grandchild." Jamie yelled. "She let Melissa bleed to death on the street despite her constant begging to talk to her husband." "I was only acting according to how you told me!!!" I held my head, screaming. "Antonio.... Please you have to -"

“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.”

There is so much blood. Maya cut her eyes to one of the men behind him. The crew closed in around me. There was something accusing in the way they looked at me. One of them, a man Maya had always been close with, spoke first, his patience already gone. "Mrs. Sterling. You are out of line. Maya is dying. Are you really going to fight her for the rig? "And if it were that bad, you'd be unconscious by now. Where are you finding the breath to argue?"

I was dying tonight because of Stefan. I closed my eyes, took one last breath, and threw my body off the edge of the cliff.