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We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

“Isabel Norret.” Without stopping to think, I stretched my hand out above the grave. True, a woman had died there, and it was a bad death, in hate and agony. That was a haunted place. That was how graveyards could awaken—when the pain of those who lay in the consecrated soil became too much for the ground to bear. And if the thrall who had consecrated that land cared more about his belly than his debt, everything would happen even faster. And the horror would start. Well, it would be a horror for humans. I didn’t really care.

It was a revelation akin to finding a missing piece of a complex jigsaw. ‌ As they turned back towards the old man, ready to delve deeper into his insights, they were met with emptiness. The old man had vanished, leaving behind only the echo of his tale. ‌ Carlin shared a bemused look with Vanya. "Well, that was… unexpected." ‌ Vanya chuckled, her eyes dancing with a blend of amusement and bewilderment. "Talk about being at the right place and the right time." ‌ Standing there, overlooking the cemetery, they felt the weight of the old man's words enveloping them. The graves' stories now held a deeper significance – not solely as markers of lives past, but as emblems of a larger struggle agai

“When you knocked on the door, I expected you to be Kyra. I expected a gun to be pointed at my chest. I did not expect you and Corina’s head.” “You are really trying to tell me that everyone is dead?” “Come with me.” He rises from his seat and heads to the door. “Let me show you something.” I follow him from his office out through another door that led to a garden. “You can’t smell it because they are buried.” He points to hundreds of plots of heaped dirt. A single rock on top of each pile. His own little graveyard. “Why did you let this happen?” I stare at him in shock.

A few ancient words were engraved on the cover, reading—Dark Secrets. James searched his memories and remembered finding the book when he and a group of powerhouses entered a strange space in the Dark World. Inside the unusual space, there were no other living beings. However, it was full of graves. James dug up the book from one of the graves. The graveyard was full of traps, and most of the group that entered with him died except him and another woman. The woman was none other than Xezal’s past self, Lady Wikolia. After remembering these past events, James opened the book and reviewed it.

I wanted to go to social pedagogy in order to be able to help people in need, such as my parents, who, especially financially, could not always fully cope. And just on the day I came home from work, and then all happy from the post office, where I had come along the way, with a letter from the university, announcing that I had been accepted for college, in a hand, and was standing in the doorway of our apartment, I was struck by the terrifying silence. My grandmother was always bustling around the house, turning on the radio... But today I heard nothing but the ghastly tapping of a clock. Terrified, I went deeper in and saw that grandma was still lying in the sheets. I threw the letter on th

I want to go back since it’s already dark but I feel this invisible force pulling me inside the graveyard. I keep walking inside the graveyard. The tombstones are old and breaking down into ruins and it’s hard to read the names on them. I come across a well which is located at the center of the graveyard. The well is huge and unused for a long time. When I listen carefully, I realize that the whispers are coming from the well. They’re echoing inside the well. There are so many voices inside the well. They seem alive and speaking to me. I can’t make out what they’re saying but they have this odd aura about them that seems to be pulling me towards the well more.

She was going to have fun collecting his darkened soul later. Back at Drummond’s grave, Tyler was still busy digging down to the coffin. Eventually after a good ten minutes, he reached the coffin. He pried it open and grinned when he looked upon the skeletonised remains of Mathew Drummond. Tyler opened up the grimoire to the page that Yasmin had marked. She was right in it being pretty straight forward, though he needed candles. His shoulders slumped as he didn’t bring any with him. The young man closed the book and climbed out of the hole only to find the grave surrounded by candles, already lit. Since there was nothing holding him back from getting his revenge on those keeping him from Cas

Anthony seemed drunk. The minute he walked through the door, the strong stench of alcohol hit me. Before my ghost friends and I could even guess what had happened, Anthony staggered straight into the bedroom, looking like his soul had been sucked out again. He threw his arms around my urn and suddenly started to sob. My friends were dumbfounded; the cards slipped from my hands and scattered all over the floor.

The drive to the Graves’ estate was a blur of white knuckled steering and silent prayers. Every tree I passed felt like a marker drawing me close to my own undoing. As the gate opened, the gravel crunched beneath my tires like breaking bone. I pulled to a stop and stayed in the car for a long minute, watching the sunlight play off the stone exterior of the mansion. “I can do this,” I whispered to my reflection in the mirror. “It’s just Noah Graves. I hate him. Remember the lockers? Remember the names? Remember the ten years of hell? Use that. Stay on track, Khione.”