The Graveyard Novel Novels & Stories

He stood outside the car, extending a hand to help her out. Alia lifted her head and froze momentarily at the sight before her. The land was clearly abandoned, overgrown with weeds and low vegetation that formed a thin green carpet across the ground. The place was eerily desolate, as if untouched by human presence for years. In the distance, scattered gravestones peeked out from the wild growth, their surfaces weathered and scarred by time. Twisted old trees lined the edges of the graveyard, their gnarled shadows cast by the setting sun creating strange, fragmented patterns on the ground, as if silently narrating the history of this forsaken place. The air carried a faint scent of damp earth

The old man was too weak to travel. “Go,” they recited together and threw their cards. When the heroes looked back, the beggar had melted into the earth. Iron railings, rusted and twisted from time’s decay, surrounded the graveyard. A perpetually squeaking fence greeted them with ear piercing shrieks. The old tombs were crumbling and decayed, becoming little more than havens for giant spiders and other violent aberrations of nature. “Kill.” “Kill.” “Kill,” was repeated over and over.

The sun hangs low and heavy in the sky. It is October 31st. It should be a day to celebrate my twenty-fourth birthday, but instead, the air smells like cloying lilies and damp, freshly dug earth. Today is the day we bury the monster. The cemetery looks like a movie set for the elite. Everything is prim, cold, and perfect. Long, black cars with glass-like polish line the stone paths. The grass is a deep, unnatural green, and the tall gravestones stand like silent, frozen soldiers watching us.

He explained. "If the island eats away their insanity, then isn't it a good thing?" She asked, confused. "Yes. Grave Island wasn't as scary as its name. I named it because it's literally a graveyard for the citizens of Versipellis and those who were abandoned by the Elysian Elders." Thane continued. Elisia was surprised. "Are you saying that place is also a graveyard for slaves? Those who were not allowed to at least have a proper burial?"

He hadn’t even bothered with coming to his niece's grave since she died and hadn't known where she was buried until just now. Jared walked closer and stopped at the edge of the grave, his fingers gripped the locket so tight the metal cut into his palm. The birds were chirping loudly and the sun was starting to rise. “Get to work!” The Head Grave digger snapped and the two men jumped into work immediately. Jared watched as their shovels hit the dirt over and over, the sound echoed in the quiet cemetery. The sun was starting to rise and the dizziness from hunger pangs was slowly starting to return.

Jaxon held Ruby’s waist as he led her through the graveyard. She tightly pressed her body into his as they passed various marble graves. The place was well taken care of. She could tell from how clean the headstones looked, there was not a speck of dust,the lush green grass was properly trimmed and there were vibrant flowers around. A testament that it was a place where the rich and affluent were put to rest in splendor. Jaxon stopped In front of a marble graveyard. It was gleaning under the sunlight and Ruby’s eyes burned when she looked at the headstone. She read her sister’s tombstone and tears started to fall from her eyes.

Terrifying. If nothing truly disappeared, then where did everything go? The answer came from Lyra. "Beyond creation." Silence. The woman rose from her chair. Her gaze drifted toward the distant heavens. Toward somewhere unseen. "We called it the Graveyard." The room shuddered. The Dream Archive pulsed. The Witnesses grew restless. Even the Forgotten looked afraid. Lyra continued. "It isn't a place." Nova frowned. "What?" Lyra smiled sadly. "It's a condition."

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.

"Wait a sec, did he just call this filthy graveyard his home? This is becoming more scary and crazier than I thought. First it was Mr Wellspring that said e was attacked by a ghost and now, we are facing and speaking with a beast-like man telling us the grave is his home? Who in his right sense will sleep here and turn it into a home? Sarah whispered to herself. "Keep quiet Sarah or he will hear you! Why are you surprised about the graveyard being his home? Does this guy look normal to you? A person who sleeps in the cemetery is not to be considered as a human being anymore." Ryan whispered to Sarah slowly not letting him know they were talking about him.

She calmed down and looked at me; she was beautiful. Black hair, black eyes and white skin. I met her, the one who had the name of Lila Rendal. The girl was her. She introduced herself and was wary of me. She told me about her story and the truth hidden behind this place. It's a graveyard of memories. I didn't understand at first what she was implying, but I ended up realizing it. This graveyard or what seems a cemetery is a place that was a burial for the people who died from the pandemic, sickness that expanded like when fire expands in a forest. She had a sister that was killed by the one who told her to create a poison strong enough to take his life.