The Graveyard Novel Novels & Stories

A shiver immediately runs down my spine as my feet touch the graveyard soil. Maybe it’s only because the cemetery is in the shadow of the forest, but it feels immediately colder and darker on this side of the fence. I follow a lightly trampled path, noticing that there are no flowers in sight, except for the fragile snowdrops sprouting like white ghosts between the headstones. Usually in a graveyard, you’d expect to see bunches of flowers in various stages of decay placed on at least some of the graves by mourners. But the graves are bare, neglected, forgotten. I don't remember them looking so decrepit.

Ophelia laughed amused at her vague response. "Sounds horrible." She smiled, shaking her head. "I wouldn't say that he's just and I'm just you know it's hard to explain." Ophelia chuckled. "It will get better." Lilith sighed seeing they arrived at their destination. "Everyone keeps saying that." She wondered when their words were was going to come true. "We're here." Lilith looked around it was the graveyard for the fallen. The gravestones were made out of ice that couldn't melt, names were engraved on them.

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.

" Susan exchanged a quick glance with him, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of fear and curiosity. They had no choice but to seek another entrance. Mohammed cautiously moved toward the side of the villa, and Susan followed hesitantly. They soon reached Mirna's window, where a faint light filtered through the curtains, breaking the The surrounding darkness of night. They stopped before him. Susan pulled her coat tighter around her trembling body, while Mohammed leaned forward slightly, his eyes sharp, trying to detect the slightest movement or shadow inside. Neither of them knew that beneath their feet, in the still soil of the villa's garden, lay three secret graves. Three murdered souls, bu

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched, but I saw no one. As I continued to explore the graveyard, I came across a particularly old and decrepit gravestone. The inscription on it read "Here lies a witch, feared and revered in life, but now forgotten in death, but do you think I'm dead?". I couldn't help but feel a shiver run down my spine. The graveyard was definitely giving off a creepy vibe, but it was also fascinating. I couldn't help but wonder about the stories of the witches buried here. Who were they? What powers did they possess? And why were they feared and revered in life, but now forgotten in death?

She rushed upstairs. [Graves Memorial Estates] The St. Graves family major business is Graveyards. Elite Graveyards. They're in charge of conducting the burials of elite wealthy people in this country. Even rich corpses from outside the country are flown into this place, just so they could rest in richness and sweet peace among the graves of other rich people. The estate has acres of land that's not advisable to count if sanity is still valued. It has been in use for years, and it kept getting expanded.

I straightened up and let my gaze pass over the faces crowded in the doorway, all of them wide-eyed and eager to be liked. "Help you?" I laughed a little. "When you were calling me a penny-pinching fossil in Slack yesterday afternoon, you had plenty to say about my 'connections.'" "When you were popping champagne with Cassie last night and watching this place drive off a cliff without a single one of you speaking up, where was all your concern about your mortgage?" I picked up my box. "Adults live with the choices they make." "You all chose to believe in your brilliant growth hacker. Go ask her for a paycheck."

looking helpless as he lost the only thing that made him a god: his land. "You look like you're staring at a funeral," Silas rumbled, standing by the window. His silhouette appeared massive against the grey sky. "I am," I whispered. My voice was a dry rasp, like a dead leaf when crushed. "I'm watching the burial of the Crescent Alpha. I just didn't expect the scene to look so... boring, and ordinary…" My cough broke the silence, a deep, racking tremor that made my ribs feel like they were being snapped back one by one. I pressed a tissue to my mouth that quickly soaked in a dark, thick crimson. I didn't panic; that was for people who still had a future.

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.

As I stared blankly at the gravestone, the elderly cemetery caretaker approached and struck up a conversation with me. "Sir, do you know Old Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan? I don't think I've ever seen you here before." It was such a simple question, yet it made my heart throb in pain all the same. After all, who am I when the place that should have belonged to Jessica's husband had already been engraved with Christian's name? Although I was standing under the sunlight, I felt like some lowly rat that ought to hide in the shadows. How could I stand before these gravestones when I didn't have a respectable identity that I could claim aloud?