Kill Grave Novels & Stories

Then she laughs, because the alternative is dismantling the desk with her teeth. "An order," she repeats. "You'll narrate the entire graveyard. Every program. Every body count. Every committee that signed the end of the world in triplicate. You handed all of it over almost generously, the way people are generous with things already dead, because knowing can't make them deader." That is — "You have never once been generous about a person who is currently breathing inside my walls." The shape of it arrives, cold and clean. That is the ranking. Not signal over secret. Dead over living. LUS will run the museum tour all day and goes quiet only when the exhibit has a pulse.

"Hello—" "Hope." Her frantic voice made my heart stop and then beat again and then the next word she said utterly ripped it out of my chest. "Grampa Edward is dead and Killian has been in the morgue all night. Please go to him and get him out of there before he breaks down."

It had long been my fear that I would have to do that for Mara one day, she was so close to giving up before this Freeze. Unfortunately gravedigging requires the ground to not be frozen. So one particularly dark, long cave has always been used for this purpose. “Nothing’s changed, not a fucking thing,” Elvie huffed, as the sniffling procession lay willa down on top of a sheet, ready for wrapping. Her blonde curls were still bouncing and light, she could almost be sleeping.. Elvie continued in a low, angry voice. “We’re just as fucked as we were under Valdis.”

It was in between others, squishing in between yet enough space for the living to saunter around to find their deceased family members. “There, do you know whose grave it is?” Vampire and Zombie shook their heads, hanging them lower with hunched shoulders. “Ciel. The experimented subject is the same as we are. Except for Malikul, obviously.” Malikul raised both of his hands, feeling offended. “Don’t include me inside your banter. I want nothing to do with that.” Shadow cooed at him. “As you wish.” “Sister…” Zombie raised her head. “Speak,” she squatted down next to Malikul, admiring the clean grave. She stretched her hand and rubbed the tombstone that crafted his name, birth date, and death

Slowly, my hands reached out to the light switch and I turned them on, only to see the most horrifying scene of my life. Kelvin was lying lifelessly in a pool of his own blood. His face was turned to the floor with two daggers stuck in him, one at his back and the other was stuck to his skull. Not too far from where my childhood best friend's corpse lay, his mobile phone was shattered. The scenario was clear. Kelvin had probably attempted to report Ivanka and she had killed him obviously. Then, I heard the wooden floor creak and I realized that I was in bigger trouble than I had anticipated.

“But you’ll have to brace yourself, Miss. You’re an emotional one.” Lila tilted her head, curiosity flickering through her expression. “Is it that touching?” Graves’s lips twitched, but there was no humor in his eyes. “Yeah,” he said after a pause, his voice low and calm. “For someone like me whose family was killed right in front of him when I was barely seventeen.” The air in the room instantly shifted as Lila’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening as blood drained from her face.

she replied, touching his groin area. "Nera no… please stop!" "Why? Because you are fucking married?" She laughed. "Nera, once we open this closed Pandora's box, it will eventually be our end," Frank warned her. It was no secret that he still loved her; her hands on him were bringing back memories that he wished were buried and he was already getting hard from her rubbing him. "I am already dead; you killed me four years ago; this here is just a walking corpse," she confessed. Frank finally looked into her sad eyes.

His feelings were far too fleeting. Ryan's fingers twitched, and I knew he was recalling the same moment. Then, he reached out with his claws and scraped away the words on my tombstone, carving new ones in their place. "Ryan and his mate, Tiana, rest here together." His claws tore open against the rough stone, blood dripping from his fingers, but he ignored the pain. Slowly, he lay down in the grave he had just excavated. A satisfied smile crossed his lips as he injected himself with a lethal dose of wolfsbane. His pupils contracted sharply, his breathing grew labored, and his body convulsed under the poison's effects.

Half-buried in weeds. I turned, walked back to the car, and popped the trunk. A sledgehammer sat inside. Gift from a renovation company. Ribbon still tied on. Bright. Almost a joke. I grabbed it, walked back, and stopped in front of the headstone. Taking a breath, I tightened my grip around the cold metal. Then I swung. All in. Smashed it down. Crash. The sound ripped through the empty grounds. Bang. Again. And again. Until it was nothing but broken rubble.

Even if you die, everyone would just hold a grudge against you for bringing the samples with you. "If you beg, Zachary and I might feel generous enough to go collect your corpse." My silence only earned sharper mockery. Zachary spoke coldly, "Before you die, remember to put those samples back into the car. Luna still needs them for her merit, you know? "Besides, if you hold it while you die, who knows what bad karma it's going to bring for a pregnant woman like her?" The samples… I had found them through countless observations, nearly exhausting myself in the process, and now they wanted to take even that from me.