Grave Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Tomorrow, he wouldn't hesitate to take my heart—piece by piece, until there was nothing left of me. Fortunately, I was already dead. The endless days of waiting in despair were finally over. He searched the house for me. Of course, he found nothing. The only thing he discovered was the meal I had prepared for him a month ago. It had rotted beyond recognition, and even I couldn't remember what it had been. All I remembered about that day was the sudden intrusion of warriors bursting in, gagging me, and binding my limbs. That day was supposed to be our marking anniversary. Instead, it became the day I died. And it was also the day Vivian was reborn, finally free of wolfsbane.

From the helicopter, I watched Alfred race to the crash site, clutching the fallen license plate, crying out, "Helen, Ruby..." It did not take long for the internet to explode with news of Ruby and I dying in that fiery wreck. I held my sleeping Ruby tight, put away my phone, and whispered, "This is it, Alfred. We're done for good." Alfred was haunted, thinking it was all some nightmare. He would slap himself, pinch his skin, and even jab himself with a knife, desperate to snap out of it. However, the pain, sharp and undeniable, kept telling him the brutal truth.

"I—I don't know! Maybe he found it! Or stole it! He's changing the subject! What does this have to do with skipping work?" "What does this have to do with skipping work?" I smirked, yanked the projector cable, and plugged in my main phone. No signal. Didn't matter. Gallery still worked. I tapped the video I shot by the pickup. The screen lit up—wrecked truck, no plates. In the back—red paint, and half a burned headstone photo. Even scorched, my face was still there. Shocked whispers rippled through the room. "Oh my God, that's for a headstone?"

“There’ve been whispers. Nothing solid. Just… rumors. There was one I’d heard about a grave.” My brow arched. “A grave?” “Yes. An empty one. They said two corpses lay on either side, drained dry. Whoever stumbled on it swore it was linked to Dracula himself.” I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “Dracula? Really? That’s the story floating around? Most of those tales are campfire trash meant to spook kids.” Her frown deepened, though a flicker of curiosity lingered in her gaze. “Maybe. I’ve never seen a vampire myself. Tell me the truth are they trying to spark another war?”