The Buried Giant Novels & Stories

I died on my birthday, right as the candle melted into a pool of wax. I thought death would end everything, but it didn't. Somehow, I became an invisible and intangible wisp of a ghost drifting through the world. I always found myself uncontrollably drifting back to my ex-girlfriend, Audrey Hades. I watched her pull a failing company back from the brink of bankruptcy and build it all the way to a successful IPO. She transformed from a workplace novice to a rising star of the business world.

Just then, another boy chimed in, "He's not lying, Ms. Gibson. Liam told us. He said that Celeste's mom stole his dad and broke up his family. He said that Celeste and her mom got kicked out and were sent to Homewrecker Country." James frowned with displeasure, and his expression turned frighteningly grim. He looked at the two children and asked, "What else did Liam say?" "Liam said Celeste is a bastard child. He would always snatch her things and tell her to get lost. He kept saying his Daddy only loves him," the young boy answered eagerly. Homewrecker? Bastard child? James felt a pang in his heart when he heard that. A pain he had never known surged through him instantly.

“I have no reason to lie to you. Feel free to check for yourself. But don’t be too surprised when you find out what a wonder woman you abandoned.” After he finished speaking, Milo called the maintenance guy to fix my grave. Lucian left in a hurry, Selene trailing behind him. Milo turned to my tomb with a quiet whisper before he left. “You won’t blame me for telling him the truth, will you?” I couldn’t bring myself to blame him. In fact, I owed him a thank you. "Mr. Carrington, the things you asked me to investigate... I found a lot of photos." As Milo stepped out of his car, his assistant approached and whispered in his ear.

Euphoria rushed over me, emotions, taking my brain over for the first time in my 16 years of emptiness. a soul I swore I wasn't given ached in the need for her safety, like if anything happened to her I would burn down the earth to make her happy again. A Little stuffed bunny, clutched by her tiny hand by its floppy ear tightly remained in her grasp as she brought it to her chest to hug for comfort. She was so diminutive, the toy was almost the size of her. falling to one knee for her is all I envisioned as I saw this sweet girl stare right back at me, the first human to not have fear burning behind their gaze.

Just because he was a human size didn’t mean he now had human strength. “Get the fuck in there and bring me his head.” They didn’t hesitate with his tone. They ran in seeing he literally ripped the seals off of it. Surt didn’t like underground, it was a trap to giants. Being caged underground. Mother earth stronger than them. Hence why Fenrir had been buried a mile underground and tied down. He clenched his fists, the next time he saw that elf he better be dead, or in Surt’s grip so he could rip him apart himself.

Fabian threw me into a machine, and then a large amount of soil was poured in after me. The machine roared to life with a deafening clamor. The moment the blades made contact with my body, I lost all consciousness. My soul rose high into the air, and from above I looked down upon everything that happened next. Fabian tossed my corpse into a rust-covered wood chipper. I watched as it was mercilessly shredded, the blood mixing with the soil into a crimson sludge. My soul drifted in the air, watching as my mortal remains were torn apart and pulverized by the relentless machinery. Even in my disembodied state, the agony of it was unbearable.

Time didn’t work here the way it was supposed to. And then we heard it. A sound like thunder. Like a mountain learning to walk. We stopped as one. It came again. Closer now. "Tell me that's not—" Spitfire began. It stepped into view from behind the burned out church. The Giant of Kandahar. Easily fifteen feet tall. Skin the color of dried clay. Beard matted with bones and barbed wire. Eyes hollow and burning. It looked like war given form. It turned. Looked at us.

He was muscular, had a well-sculpted body with perfect abs that makes you desperately want to run your fingers through them. Vanessa's eyes almost popped out of its socket when she unconsciously saw his lower body. His Dick was HUGE and was slowly becoming erect upon her stare. Vee didn't mean to look but she couldn't help it because she was in shock. Her legs were refusing to move an inch from where she stood. Absentmindedly noticing similar features with Logan Matthews and Henry Matthews, She concluded that this was HIM. Brian fucking Matthews, the CEO of Matthews Creations, the owner of the most expensive night club in the city. She remembered a fellow staff saying that he was into real e

How pathetic. I remembered the day they laughed at me. The day they ridiculed me. Called me a liar, a gold-digger, a nobody pretending to be someone. The memory was still sharp, still raw. But now? Now I had walked into this room beside a giant. Not just anyone—but Robert Adebayo, CEO of Adebayo Pharmaceuticals. A name that rang loud in global boardrooms. A company with over twenty branches worldwide, operating in more than three continents. We weren’t just big—we were dominating.

A year later, a series of misfortunes struck the Sadler family. Adrian's health took a turn for the worse. One night, after buying liquor, he was struck by a car running a red light and broke both of his legs. Derek hired doctors for his surgery, but Adrian had locked himself in the room and refused treatment. "It's what I deserve," he said. Months later, Derek fell ill and passed away shortly after. The Sadler family went bankrupt, and Adrian vanished overnight. From then on, a new beggar wandered the streets of Tisedale. He planted sunflowers every day. When people asked him why, he would simply say that he was atoning for his mistakes. Yet, the sunflowers always wilted before long.