Ranker Graveyard Shift Novels & Stories

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

“When your dad was listing the things he didn’t want… what did he mean by… ‘no fucking cowbell’?” For the first time since the attack, Jo found herself laughing. She’d let that slip by her, but Zane was right. He had said that. “Well, when Elliott died, apparently, Hannah decided his funeral should be a little different than the norm. Apparently, the funeral started with the song, ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper,’ by Blue Oyster Cult.” She remembered how her mom would always laugh when she told that story. Thinking of Hannah, a Guardian and the second in command of all of the Guardians made her wonder where the hell the woman was. She’d thought all along that Hannah was with Jamie--but she hadn’t bee

CHAPTER 4 Designing a Life Beyond the Pack POV: Elara A black SUV sped towards the border. Its tyres were humming against the asphalt. This sound usually meant I was running errands for the pack. But today, the trunk wasn’t filled with imported linens or high-end catering supplies. It was empty, just like the pit in my stomach. I pulled over into the gravel lot of a nondescript glass building situated exactly on the line between the Werewolf and Human territories.

My sunset-gold fire was no longer a flare; it had become a Frantic, Jagged Blade, its emerald-crimson edges sparking against the magnetic field of the room as if trying to cut through the very air. "You’ve finally reached the Hardware, Darlene. The ROI on your survival has reached the Terminal Execution Phase," a voice spoke—a voice that lacked all human resonance, a voice that was the Loom itself. At the center of the mechanical plain, a Ziggurat of Pure, Black-Emerald Light loomed. But it wasn't a building; it was a Server-Stack of Ancestral Souls. Every shifter who had ever died in the North wasn't in an afterlife; they were Buffered here, their "Too Much" energy being siphoned to keep th

25 / 47 Kayo pockets one shard “for interest.” It still ends up in my bloodstone five seconds later. Team 4 – Superior Bathhouse Cellar (Al, Frankie, and the ghost mob) Ghosts can’t be reflected. The sorcerer never stood a chance. Tommy guns made of pure memory chew through his wards. Three more shards. 28 / 47 Team 5 – Maurice Catacombs (Rowan Vale solo) Rowan doesn’t fight. He just walks in, says one word in a language older than Shambhala, and the sorcerer drops to his knees weeping.

------ Rank 1000 : Creed Gryffon Origin : Clanless Combat Style : Unregistered Description : Batch-43, Cadet of the Internatory Glitch Armed Services. A reckless 17 years old Glitch hunter who blatantly challenged and fought the envoy of the Alliance itself and stood his ground. The alliance considered him to be an esteemed donor of a premium Soul Armas. His most recognizable feat is the unrestrained slaughter of more than 5000 ghoul on the Pandemonium all by himself using unknown twin blade proficiency. Title : The Ghoul Reaper

He looked a hundred feet tall, composed of flickering lines of violet code and stolen memories. "You think you are saving them? You are just hoarding the ash of the galaxy," the Shadow-Graves mocked, his hand reaching out to crush her mental image of the vault. "I have the System-Permissions you lack. I can turn this agony into order." "You'll turn it into a cage!" Elara shouted back, her mental form glowing with a defiant, silver light. In the ventilation shafts, Kazimir was experiencing a different kind of agony. The air was thick with Flash-Bang smoke. A group of Graves’ Breach-Specialists (soldiers trained in storming fortified positions) were crawling toward him, their goggles glowing r

They had to see us with their own eyes. With the gravesite nearly unearthed, the groundskeeper stumbled out. “Oh, my Moon Goddess! I laid those she-wolves to rest. It’s bad enough that no werewolf held a funeral for them now that they are gone. Why are you digging up their grave?” Dumbstruck, Blake and Kaden paused. “Lucia, I was wrong! It’s all my fault. Come back! I regret everything!” Blake dropped to his knees and struck his palm across his face repeatedly.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

I could have lived, but because of that one phone call, I'd given up on survival. Maybe it was because I'd been a ghost for too long—my memory had started to fade. I couldn't really remember anymore why that call had made me lose the will to live. "My condolences," the doctor added. He started wheeling my body back into the morgue. Just then, Anthony lost control of his emotions. He grabbed my shoulders in a death grip. "Willow Shore, wake up! You're lying to me again, aren't you?" The doctor rushed forward to stop him, but Anthony shoved him away. He scooped my body up into his arms and completely broke down. Tears streamed down his face.