Percival Graves Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

Vespera walked toward the stone railing, but paused when she spotted a silhouette leaning against the wall. A small orange ember glowed in the dark… it was Ezekiel, smoking. She stayed still for a moment, the moonlight glinting off her emerald dress. When Ezekiel finally looked up, their eyes locked. Vespera offered that same polite smile, but Ezekiel's face was a mask of torment. He crushed the cigarette under his shoe with a sudden, forceful motion and took a step towards her. Each heavy step carried three years of grief and a sudden, terrifying hope.

Valeria handed Egan to her; he was asleep. “You can head him; I will join later,” she said, her voice holding no warmth as she looked away. Grace nodded her head, adjusting Egan in her arms as they all left. It was just Valeria left, and she went to the freshly closed grave, sitting on the cold floor. She looked at what was written on the grave: an alpha, son, father, brother, friend and mate. She looked at the world mate, and her heart grew heavy. Her mate was truly gone, and no matter how hard Valeria tried to cry, nothing was showing forth. She was holding all the pain and grief in her heart; it wasn’t healthy, but what can she do? Crying won’t change a thing; it won’t bring her mate back

Another part of the agreement, Patricia had to marry a man who was born as one of two last blood sorcerers. Cohen was sitting in the middle of a flower field that looked almost like the one where Mira was living in the Unknown. Deep inside his heart, he was yearning to be with her again. Now, she couldn’t proceed into the Afterlife because someone had disturbed her resting place. That was the thing about the graveyards of supernatural species. Their soul would be pulled out of the Afterlife if someone disturbed their resting place. That was why any graveyard was never moved from the original place.

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.

He gently knelt before the gravestone, extending his hands toward me. I could almost believe that I sensed his warmth. Lucas lingered at the gravestone for a long time. It was not until I raised my hand to wipe away my tears that I noticed my fingers becoming less and less solid. I was fading away and soon, I would be gone forever. I knew it was time for me to say goodbye.

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.

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.

"That's not true... I didn't!" Maverick's eyes were filled with loathing. "You two deserve each other. Mark my words, you'll pay dearly for Helen's death!"