The Graveyard Novel Novels & Stories

Even after everyone had paid their respects at my gravestone, I couldn’t find his figure among the crowd. As people began to disperse, only Troy and Mom remained at the gravestone. They shared one last glance before leaving. I sat idly in front of my gravestone, trying to appear strong. “Troy to choose such a nice photo. All those hours I spent editing it weren’t in vain, at least it’s serving a purpose now,” I said loudly, to no one in particular. Then my emotions suddenly burst forth like a dam breaking. The realization that I was dead and would never again sit with everyone I loved overwhelmed me, and I began to weep uncontrollably.

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

“That bastard. I swear when we figure out who he is, I'll have so much fun drilling a hole through his spine.” I rolled back to my desk, heart pounding like a caged beast, and flipped open the encrypted tablet on my desk. The screen flickered to life, displaying the city map with layers of safehouses, tunnel systems, and red zones marked off. I pulled up the feed Jonah—or Marco—had given us. The Graveyard. A location buried under two blocks of condemned territory. A place supposedly wiped out in a fire ten years ago. Too forgotten. Too perfect. I zoomed in.

My body rolls right into its next high as I move with him drawing out the hazy euphoria that has me forgetting my name but screaming out his. The crunching sound beneath my feet has bile burning the back of my throat that I push down. A large bone is snapped under my foot. The remains of a wolf from Justin's pack that was left to rot rather than deemed a proper ceremony. Just like the countless others that my entourage steps upon. A hand lands on my lower back encouraging me to continue even when the air is thick with death. Surely no one would be stupid enough to reside here and I doubt Justin would return. Leave no stone unturned. Any leads we can find regarding what we are up against can

Under the fine drizzle, Grace’s grave seemed even more desolate. There was a man as drunk as a skunk lying in front of her pitch-black tombstone, and that man was unexpectedly Holden Payne. The big bouquet in front of him seemed to be dewier after it was drenched by the fine drizzles. However, that cool tone of the flower gave people an incomparably miserable feeling.

The houses, the huts, everything already fallen into the ruins. I passed the countless barren houses till I lost the number and finally found myself in front of the large graveyard located at the outskirts of the city. The gate was locked, the lock was rusted as if it wasn’t touched in decades. I trailed the rusty chains with my fingers and it fall down in the next second. The gate opened itself. I closed and open my eyes and take a deep breath. I walked through the graves. Each name was printed inside my head already. I didn’t have to glance to look at the graves to read the names on the tombstones.

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.

"An old industrial slipway on the south edge of the docks. The locals call it the Glass Graveyard. It’s an abandoned shipyard motel. If we move now, we might beat him. But Matthias isn't slow when he smells blood." I didn't wait for another word. I threw myself into the seat and waited just long enough for Oscar to scramble in before I floored it. But when we pulled into the gravel lot of the Glass Graveyard forty minutes later, it was dead. Bodies were scattered across the asphalt, men and women dead. "God," I breathed, the car door clicking open as I stumbled out. I began to move toward the center of the lot, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Oscar was silent behind me,

For a second, I could almost forget about everything. The play was interrupted by a soft, rhythmic knock on the door. Zion sat up, breathless and laughing, as Mrs. Graves stepped in. She was draped in several garment bags, the silk and lace peeking out from the zippers. “I didn't mean to interrupt,” she said, her voice warm with that effortless elegance. “But I couldn't wait. These are the pieces I mentioned.” She laid them out across the chaise lounge, and my breath caught. God, they were stunning—intricate embroidery, buttery silks, and cuts that screamed Parisian high fashion. They looked like they belonged in a museum, not a high school hallway.

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.