Creepy Cemetery Tattoos Novels & Stories

I asked the driver to stop at the entrance in front of the protective fence, and he didn't accompany me inside. Of course, because I didn't want him to see the potential future wife of Prince Cassian digging up a grave and stealing a corpse. My powers were still a secret to everyone. I couldn't let anyone find out. "If I'm not mistaken, they bury the deceased based on age. The right side is for the elderly, the front for babies, so the left side should be for the young," I mumbled to myself. I looked towards the left, reaching the area of the cemetery with the most burials. Most of the victims of the mysterious virus were productive-age Alphas, including the most recent ones.

“A cemetery visit? Just what I needed. You’re really trying to ruin my night, aren’t you?” I shoot him a look. “You’ll live.” “Debatable,” he mutters under his breath, but I ignore him. The drive is quiet, the roads dark and empty except for the occasional flickering streetlight. The cemetery is just on the outskirts, close to my old apartment building, hidden behind tall, iron gates. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and old flowers, the trees swaying gently in the breeze. Achilles steps out and looks around, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. “I hate cemeteries,” he mutters. “They give me the creeps.”

Amara moved in the middle, with Cristy on one side and Finn on the other, forming a silent barrier around her as they headed deeper into the cemetery. The morning air was cold, and a light fog rested over the graves, making everything feel even quieter than it should have been. Footsteps on the gravel echoed softly as they passed row after row of stone markers. Cristy’s eyes narrowed slightly as she scanned the surroundings. “Three at the east side,” she whispered under her breath. “Two near the caretaker’s path… and at least four more near the upper slope.” Finn didn’t turn his head, but his voice dropped lower.

Ciara closed the car door slowly while looking at the cemetery. Even though the sky was very clear above them, the cemetery seemed to have its own sky, which looked overcast and hazy and radiated heart-rending sadness. Dry trees grew among the graves like giant bony hands with many branching bones. Scott walked over to Ciara and took her hand. “Let’s go.” “How did you know this place?” she asked. She hesitantly stepped with Scott into the cemetery. She wrapped her arm around his arm, feeling uncomfortable. “I… know someone who told me this place.”

Rolling my eyes at Mucelini's attempt to break free again, I slammed him into the ground a few times for good measure, then cast a sleeping spell to hold him until I could get him to my truck which was altered to fit an indestructible cage perfect for transporting it’s unwilling passengers. Using more energy, I levitated the young girl and Mucelini toward the parking lot. I’m thankful the cemetery is so abundant in magic, allowing me to easily transfer the energy into lifting the two of them while keeping the ghoul asleep. Cemeteries have a strong level of energy. This doesn’t come from the dead who reside here, but from the loved ones who come to pay their respects and pour their hearts int

My breasts tingle, my hands sizzle with the need to reach out and touch him. I don't know what he reads on my face but his eyes have gone cold again and his voice is even more intimidating. "Put down the cloth." I'm no good at following orders, never have been, especially those given by men. I have no idea why the cloth slips from my fingers and lands in the bowl. Dagger leans in and picks it up. His chest is inches from my eyes and his tats fill my vision. The ink appears prison-grade, but the artwork is intricate. A Grim Reaper stands over a crying woman holding a swaddled baby. The design weaves into swirls of flowers with branches that turn to thorns as they flow further out across his c

The old cemetery stretched before them like something out of a forgotten novel ancient stonework, overgrown grass, crypts crumbling under ivy and time. Liam cut the headlights and drove off-road, parking behind a mausoleum to avoid detection. He checked the chip in his jacket pocket. Still safe. “We’ll go on foot from here.” Ariana followed him up the hill, her boots squelching in the mud. Fog curled around the gravestones like smoke. It felt wrong being there. Like the dead were watching. “Which one is it?” she whispered. “Row sixteen. Western path.” They found it after several minutes a weather-stained marble headstone tucked behind a wall of hedges. No name. No dates. Just a symbol etched

“I’ve never really looked at you this way. But now, it’s all starting to make sense. The date on your forearm…” I let my gaze drift lower, tracing the sharp lines of his torso. There were other tattoos scattered across his skin—fragments of a story only he knew. A Latin phrase curved along his collarbone, the ink bold and deliberate, “Memento Mori”—remember you must die. “Hayden?” He whimpered in his sleep. And groaned. I lifted my gaze to his face. Hayden whimpered softly, tossing in his sleep. Tears ran down his temples. Pain was written all over his face, frozen somewhere beneath a nightmare and a cursed reality he couldn’t escape from.

I said again to the taxi driver who was answered by the driver nodding his head. “Alengkalaya? Isn't that a public funeral?" I covered Kevin's mouth with my palm. I deliberately made it seem full of intimacy. "Honey, calm down. Rebecca is waiting for you.” Arriving at the cemetery complex called Alengkalaya, I ordered the driver to direct his taxi a little closer to a new grave located on the edge, near the road. the tomb has no gravestones, only a mound of earth with a cross made of wood.

"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.