Novel & Cerita The Grave Novel

In the pale dawn, she saw it. Her father’s grave was open. The stone had been rolled aside like a lie unmasked. Fresh dirt, piled like earth vomited up, surrounded the gaping maw where once a coffin lay hidden from view. But it was no longer there. The grave was... empty. Her knees buckled. She stumbled forward, reaching the edge, nearly falling in. She stared into the darkness, where roots clung to the sides like twisted fingers, and at the bottom—nothing. No casket. No bones. Just a chilling, unnatural void. Her voice was a rasp: “What the hell...”

"Oh, my goodness! This woman died a horrible death!" "She was a pureblood werewolf attacked by a rogue. Her body was pumped full of liquid silver!" "How did her family not realize what was happening? Couldn't anyone sense she was dead?" The TV kept replaying the news of my death while the comments section blew up with arguments about how I'd died. People reacted with shock, grief, and even outrage. But not a single one of them knew who I really was. My body was found in an old storm drain at the boundary of our family land. The site had once served as a military water reserve, storing liquid silver bombs during the civil war, but it had long been abandoned.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

“Sir… they never leave their dead behind.” “I don’t give a fuck about that,” Dante snapped. “I want her.” Dante sat up and pushed a small sheet toward Andrea. Andrea reached for it. His eyes fixed on the words—bold and clear: From the Mistress of the Graveyard: Every empire has a grave. I just dig faster. Andrea looked back at Dante.“Nothing, sir. Nothing about her.” Victor tilted his head toward Andrea.“Then what’s the good news you said you have?” he asked.

Neither man hesitated. The cemetery sat atop a low hill east of Reed Manor. The entire place had been sealed off. Sentinels surrounded the grounds. Several looked pale. One was actively vomiting behind a tree. Savannah understood why the moment she saw the grave. The earth had been dug up. Carefully. Professionally. The wooden coffin sat broken beside the open pit. Empty. Completely empty. Savannah stopped walking. For several seconds she simply stared. Then she climbed into the grave.

Besides, there was no way a cremation could happen that quickly. Back then, I was in such bad shape I never questioned it. But this time, no way I was going to accept this burden or be the fool again. I grabbed the urn, popped it open, and dumped everything inside onto the floor. Dark powder scattered everywhere. The nurse let out a piercing scream. "What do you think you're doing? That's her ashes!" People nearby gasped and quickly backed away. "What the hell? Why is she dumping ashes here? Is she crazy?"

Marco's POV Give to Ceasar what belongs to Ceasars… In dirty, shallow graves, hidden in a remote field downtown, only notorious for the cannibals desperate for human flesh, the remnants of Cent and Lorenzo were buried. The capos assembled behind me, watching in silence, suddenly losing their tongues. I stumped on Cent's grave and dragged my heavy boots down to Lorenzo's. With a nasty smirk, I pulled down my zipper and peed on his grave, letting the amber liquid soak into the dirty black soil.

Lethal. “Now?” His shoulders rolled back, shaking off the weight of grief. “Now, we bury them.” And then, voice like iron, he added— “Then we burn down whoever did this.” A Grave Under Moonlight The night was bitterly cold. The sky stretched into a black abyss, void of stars. The estate’s private burial ground, hidden deep beyond the tree line, was silent—except for the sound of shovels cutting into frozen earth. No hired men dug these graves.

The Moon Goddess watched over them, guiding their steps as they traversed treacherous terrain and braved unforgiving elements. Finally, they arrived at a forgotten graveyard nestled deep in the heart of a secluded valley. The tombstones stood weathered and worn, their inscriptions faded with time. Yet one grave, stood out amongst the rest, adorned with moonlit flowers that bloomed even in the darkest of nights. It was here, beneath the ancient oak tree, that Sable's father lay at eternal rest. As they approached the grave, a sense of both anticipation and apprehension filled the air. The weight of their quest was almost tangible, as if the very earth held its breath. Sable knelt by her fathe

All other graves were of normal height but Rebecca's grave was a few inches taller. He understood that there has to be some reason behind it. He grabbed some garden tools from the house and started cleaning her grave. When he removed the dirt from her grave, he noticed that the grave had a lock. More like a door like thing. He broke the lock and opened the first door of the grave. His eyes widened when he realised that they had created a cupboard-like place on top of her grave. It has all her things, like Rebecca mentioned behind the photograph that everything will go to her grave.