The Graveyard Novel Novels & Stories

"What is it, Dominic? Tell me." "I must talk to Gideon first. I do not know all the details." "What are you not telling me?" He closes his eyes and shakes his head. He doesn't want to worry me, but that ship has sailed. He hesitates a few more seconds, looking away like he's choosing what to say. I grow more impatient. "Dominic, what's going on?" "There has been some activity at the graveyard," he admits, glancing back up at me. "What does that mean?"

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.

Like we were under a thousand invisible eyes. “There’s something wrong here,” Sophia murmured once. Eden just nodded. “We’re being observed. But not followed.” That didn’t make me feel better. We reached the graveyard just as the violet moon broke through the mist. It was massive. It stretched in every direction. There were dark tombstones with glowing runes, crumbling statues of old wolf-headed warriors. I saw bones bleached white by time and scattered across the earth like the Dead had been clawing their way out. The place reeked of sacredness.

Would she find her happily ever after somewhere in the bosom of Selene the moon goddess? My meditation was interrupted by the arrival of the black hearse. I watched pallbearers carry the casket from the hearse to the burial site, where the body of whoever this hole was bored for would rest. I walked deeper into the graveyard. Memories flooded my brain as I did so. I stopped at the innermost part of the graveyard, I noticed that most of the headstones were damaged and faded with the passage of time. I can tell that the graveyard was more than 150 years old by some of the legible inscriptions. There’s an inscription of a man who died in 1861. He probably lived in an era where there was no tele

The graveyard was up on the hill. As soon as they arrived, Cassian first noticed six black coffins strewn haphazardly across the hillside. Then, he saw several freshly dug pits, along with a few funeral wreaths, and some other things scattered everywhere. The whole place was a mess. "Mr. Gulley, did all the villagers who died get buried here?" Cassian asked. "Yeah," Darren replied. Cassian circled the coffins and the pits, pacing back and forth as he tried to find even the faintest trace of a clue. After half an hour, he still hadn't found anything of value.

“ Go on, pay your respects to your mother.” He did not have any intention of following after her in the graveyard since it was really small and open, one could see the tombstones sticking out of the land with ease. Levy stepped out of the car and then walked over to the graveyard with her hands clutching onto a small bouquet that had lilies tied in it. He stared at the small graveyard that was rather different from the one in their territory, the graveyard was so small that he was surprised that the witches in this community were not burying their loved ones in standing graves because it was so cramped that there were multiple mass graves.

"The hysteria Northern graveyard? Yeah." Roman uttered with subtle pressure as he allowed himself to articulate despite the ache in his body. After he was furrowed off the carriage, his body collided with a tall hard tree. It didn't halt there, his body continued to rumble down the muddy sloppy soil, inducing his face into the sluggish dirt. Now, they were off their trail. "How did we get here?" The hysteria Northern cemetery was a no-go zone to all empires. Despite it being a graveyard, no typical body was buried inside. It was conveyed that the northern creature buries his prey there after feeding on them. So it constantly lurked around there.

With a final, grateful twitter, the bird spirit's light went out, and its form crumbled like glowing, white sand in my hands and vanished into the snowdrift. I could hear its song in the wind, and my stomach lurched as the horror settled on my mind. Every granule, every whisper of wind, every bit of light had once been a shifter's animal spirit. I had known before that this was a graveyard, but this... This was something different. A dumping ground, a mass grave where no single spirit maintained any sense of what it had once been.

There were no traces of Arya here and no lingering presence of anyone from the Marlowe family. It was clean, new, stamped with my personal choices, and full of limitless future possibilities. Arya's car accident had been just that—an accident. It was a tragedy that shattered my life into pieces. Yet on top of those ruins, after experiencing betrayal, manipulation, abuse, and endless struggles, I had cleared away the rubble with my own hands and rebuilt my home. I had lost my marriage and seen people's true colors, but I had also reclaimed myself. My phone vibrated. A text from the bank reminded me that one of my low-risk investments started accruing interest today.

After that, the women knew the story behind the graveyard's name and the reason why its walls are unbreakable and unbelievably high and why there are bad spirit trap talismans hanging around. According to Bek, it was once the ancient graveyard of the exiled royal personalities—the wronged and guilty. By means of eradicating their evil traces and for justice, they were buried nameless as a symbol they should be forgotten by everyone, including their families and relatives. Thus, the graveyard acquired such name. Though such law of justification had long been taken down centuries ago. Now it serves as a vacant lot where kidnapped and sold people who became useless and sick where left to die.