The Graveyard Book Reviews Novels & Stories

Twice he crossed paths with Bain, but his friend had learned nothing, either. With less than an hour of darkness left, he headed for the cemetery that was the rumored source of the zombies. The graveyard was well-guarded, telling him the rumors were probably true. He remained hidden far back from the illuminated area and carefully surveyed the scene. He counted forty graves that had been dug up—whether the digging had occurred from above the ground or below he couldn’t tell. There were no signs of any heavy equipment having been used in the graveyard, so he leaned toward the idea that the corpses had dug themselves out. The alternative—that a large group of diggers had uncovered the graves t

Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave

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.

The sun was totally down and the sky was pale gold in color. He dusted it as they gathered around it, he turned the front cover and saw a name, boldly written in red ink, looks more like blood. *SARAH BELLOS. IN LIBRO DE MORTE* "Whoa!" Elena exclaimed taking the book from him. "It belongs to Sarah?" Laura asked as they stared at each other. "Then Sarah was the one here and the killer was after her" Alex suggested with folded arms as he thought deeply. "Let's get out of here, I don't like this fog and these crows, seems creepy to me. And hell, it's getting dark" Peter said as he stared at how foggy the graveyard was getting and they agreed to what he said observing the fog and the crow too.

I sold the only ring Mom had left me for cash and headed to the abandoned slaughterhouse, just like they'd instructed. The place had been empty for years, its walls smeared with blood and rust, making it look more like a sacrificial altar. The second I walked in, the sharp, iron stench of blood hit me hard. Carly stood there, clutching White Fang. A silver chain dug into his neck, and his paws dangled in the air as he struggled desperately. Yet, she held him tight, like some stolen prize, while he let out weak, whimpering cries. She lifted his chin with her nail and murmured, "Soon, he won't even remember you."

Cassidy was the one who got lucky. The grave realm wasn’t as bad as she was expecting. Not to mention she does live in a cemetery surrounded by dead people every day. This is exactly what the grave realm was all about. It was just one never ending cemetery surrounded by lights and festivities and only a few buildings. As soon as Cassidy stepped foot in the grave realm, she felt like she had come home. Everywhere she looked there was tombstone after tombstone and it brought a tear to her eye. She saw ghosts looking at her before trying to go invisible but she told them it wouldn’t work on her.

*This book is a work of fiction, no persons, places, names, and events are not in any associated with actual places, names, and events. This book is made for entertainment purposes. Enjoy* It is written that you only realize how much you love something or someone when you are no longer with them, as humans once we realize this we do whatever it takes to get that thing back. Working for a prestigious company and coming from a wealthy and highly educated Family, Bryson Lawrence had everything that one needs in life.

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.

The combination of the silvery moonlight and the flickering glow of the lamp that the men had placed on the ground near where they worked only made the trees look even more eerie. For a moment, Viktor almost forgot about the highwaymen chasing him due to how much he was intrigued by what was happening before him in the graveyard. It might just be the city's undertaker and his assistant, but something else, something that resonated with him as the son of a priest of the death god, told him that these men could hardly be doing any good. Otherwise, why do it overnight? And he had heard of men like that before: grave robbers, body thieves, exhumers.

CHAPTER 5 Grave's POV I built the Iron Revenants on spilled blood and a name no one dared whisper twice. By forty-two, I had buried more men than I could count, and trust me, didn’t lose sleep over it. If anything, I slept better with each one gone. That’s what happens when your reputation walks into a room before you do. Loyalty keeps you alive in my world. Disloyalty? It will get your face smashed into the pavement before your mama can cry over your bones.