King Vons Grave Novels & Stories

Loud enough for the front rows. Whispers exploded. A cousin dropped her bouquet. Jose's face went hot. He stormed down the aisle, shoes crushing petals. "You piece of shit. You always do this. Always have to drag everything into the mud the second I get something clean." Rainer smiled with his teeth. "Clean? You buried an empty box, Jose. She made sure of it." Security hauled him toward the doors. Rainer kept talking even as they dragged him out. "Ask her about the pills. Ask her why the grave dirt looked fresh last week."

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.

It had been a decade since we were married. I led a group of men to excavate Jackie's first love's grave. Everyone around us praised him for being a loyal man. He never forgot his first love though she'd already died ten years ago. He'd go to the cemetery and celebrate her birthday all by himself every year. Yvonne's name was always at the top of his contact list. I was not angry at all. Instead, I was glad I married someone so loyal.

The younger maid finally smiled and answered, "Yes you may, sir. We address him here as Master Kai, but he is known as the second son of the Duke, Quin Kaylus." He suddenly froze from what he heard. "But I apologize, good sir. He won't be back until this evening for he is to attend the Grand Passing Ceremony which is a very important event for our whole nation. He instructed us to clean your wounds and check up on you after an hour for your medicine." Images of the darkened soldiers laughing with their scorching fire flashed his head. His body started to sweat heavily as he felt the sharp pain in his chest. A memory of his grandfather filled his mind. Tortured.

"You are really trying to make me hungry…and it's working, but first we have to visit the hospital and make sure granny’s okay, it was a long journey, why couldn’t they fly here as well?” “You know Etienne the specialist preferred that she drives here instead, I took was a bit surprised, but I surpassed it, don’t think too much about it, all is well.” Etienne nodded in response. They made their stop at the entrance of a complex “La Casa de Rivonia”. It was an apartment block the size of `half a skyscraper, colored in grey, white, and cream with a big sign hanging off one of the buildings that had the name of the apartment on it, and at the entrance stood 4 security guards.

His tone made it clear there was no room for argument when he ordered, "Bring her here." There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then, the reply came. "Mr. Flint, Willow was in a car accident five days ago. She died at the scene. Her body is in the morgue, basement level one, of the hospital you're in right now."

Blake peered over to examine the papers in Kaden’s hands, his brows furrowing. “Fallen? When did this happen? Why wasn’t I informed?” The Beta cautiously glanced at Blake. “Last week. The Alpha died in a car explosion on the outskirts of our pack’s territory.” Blake’s heart skipped a beat. “On our territory? Why wasn’t I kept in the loop?” The captain of the patrol team stood forward from his post. The Beta had brought him along after confirming the information. “Alphas, the incident happened while you were performing a blessing ritual.

I asked, stepping closer to the desk, my voice trembling. "He’s been off the grid for twenty years," Vance said. "Living like a ghost. But bad habits die hard. He has a weakness for vintage motorcycles. He registered a 1948 Indian Chief last week in Nevada. A desolate stretch of the Mojave Desert. Sunset Haven RV Park, Trailer 4B." "Nevada," Cole repeated, his eyes darting to the map on the wall. "That’s a four-hour flight. Or a five-hour drive from Vegas."

The rain drummed down ceaselessly on the cemetery, soaking the ground in despair. The horizon was a boundless gray, mourning with the sad souls who came to honor their deceased loved ones. The sweet scent of rain-scented grass mixed with the cutting wind as Kc stood before Vanessa's grave, his fists at his sides. VANESSA REEVES Dear Daughter. Passed Away Too Prematurely. The words graven on the tomb stabbed at him like a blade.

Edyrm said. Vulwin looked up at him. "No ceremony. No grave marker. No record beyond what's in the heads of people we can manage." He held Vulwin's gaze. "He doesn't get a king's burial. Not after what he did. He was an asshole. Let him remain that way." Vulwin nodded once, "Okay. There's ground on the west side of the ridge that nobody tends to. Hasn't been visited in decades." "Hard to find?"