The Graveyard Book Reviews Novels & Stories

No wonder he reeked. “Father . . . Father Pow . . . I mean Kit,” he said panting, as much from panic as from the run. “There are things out there . . . in the cemetery. They’re under the ground, they come from the graves, the ones Sloman was worried about. They’re killing people, Sloman and Cundle and . . . and . . . It’s horrible, they’ve been chasing me.” “I know all about them, lad.” Jim was incredulous. “You do?”

After all, what he was about to do would be all worth it in the future. Once upon a time, he came across a book meant for it... Necromancy. Instead of putting it on a shelf, he reads its contents and even practised the spells. He was here in a cemetery almost forgotten by time to resurrect a certain woman. He stared at the very ancient tombstone almost swallowed up by the ground. It was particularly set apart by the other tombstones around the premises. No statue of angels or gargoyles stood sentry or near around it, just untrimmed shrubs and towering trees that looked as old as time.

Eli explained. “I went to the school to take care of the matters about the accidents that happened recently. Everything for now is solved and paid.” Ethan told me his side. I smiled before nodding, “Thank you for telling me, what I did the whole day was just study about this vanishing graveyard.” They both looked at me intently, it looked like I got their attention because of that. “I read that this vanishing graveyard can only be seen by the ones who were allowed by the souls of the ones buried there.”

"I am strong. I am worthy. And I will not be defeated by your lies." Cassie, too, was trapped in her own nightmare. She was standing in a graveyard, the air thick with the scent of death and decay. The graves were fresh, the earth still damp. She could hear the distant sound of weeping and the muffled cries of the people she had once loved.

He had always treated me with unconditional kindness, yet I had never returned it equally. Standing before my grave, I finally felt a sense of peace and acceptance. But then, Ryan pushed over my tombstone and began digging into my grave with his transformed claws. What was he doing? Someone needed to stop him! I was furious and anxious. He had never let me rest when I was alive, and even in death, he wouldn't leave me in peace. He should have been the one to give me a home, a safe place to belong. But it was Leo who had given me a tombstone, and now Ryan wanted to destroy even that.

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.

Locked there—two broken pieces of the same ruined family. And then, before I could say anything else, Evelyne turned on her heel and disappeared down the hall. Leaving me standing there. Alone. Again. ---- The graveyard is suffocating in its stillness. The air is thick with the scent of decay, the chill creeping under my skin as I push the gates open. The rusted metal groans in protest, but I hardly notice, too lost in my own thoughts. Each step deeper into the graveyard feels like I’m being drawn into the past—into something that doesn’t belong to me, something that never should’ve been.

It turned out to be a library. I trailed my fingers across the covers of the books, some cracked with age, others polished and new. My eyes looked over the golden ink titles, histories of the Gravepine Pack, volumes of recorded battles, and the chronicles of Adrian’s father. That one caught my attention. For some reason, I wanted to know the man who gave birth to this unpredictable monster.

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

Had it not been for his grandfather regaining his consciousness at last to clear his name, he would still have to remain hiding now. Sigh! Zayn heaved a sigh. He was overwhelmed with complicated emotions even before he arrived at his grandfather’s grave. The sky had yet to brighten, so the entire ground was pitch black. Zayn parked the car and stopped the engine to discover that all the light had vanished completely. He was in a public graveyard where weeds and tombstones crowded the earth. The sound of crickets and crows could be heard occasionally, and it made the place appear especially gloomy, desolated, and ghastly.