Buried Stories

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 1 𝕺𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 "𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆" H𝖆𝖟𝖊𝖑 & E𝖟𝖆𝖟 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞/𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧/𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬

Book Three in the Ashes and Vows series. This book can be read as a standalone. In the ruthless world of the Russian Bratva, loyalty is bought with blood and betrayal is punished with death. Power is everything. Love is weakness. And mercy does not exist. Kiril Volkov was raised to become a storm. As the feared heir to one of the most powerful mafia families in Eastern Europe, he has spent his entire life learning how to rule through fear, precision, and brutality. Cold, calculating, and dangerously charismatic, Kiril believes emotions are a liability-until the day he meets the one woman who makes his carefully controlled world collapse. Anna Morozova is nothing like the people who inhabit Kiril's dark empire. She is kind where they are cruel, hopeful where they are cynical, and strong in ways no one expects. But Anna carries secrets of her own-secrets that could destroy everything Kiril has built. Their first meeting is an accident. Their second is fate. Their third becomes a war. What begins as a dangerous attraction quickly turns into an obsession neither of them can escape. Kiril doesn't believe in love-but he believes in possession. And once Anna steps into his world, walking away is no longer an option. Enemies close in, alliances crumble, and the line between protection and control begins to blur. Anna must decide if loving a monster will destroy her... or transform the man the underworld calls The Storm. Because in Kiril's world, there are only two choices: Belong to him. Or be broken by the storm. Stormflower is a dark, obsessive mafia romance about power, loyalty, sacrifice, and a love fierce enough to bloom even in the middle of violence and chaos. #2 in buried - 11.05.2026

"I wasn't sure I was going to make it, really. I was cold, too cold. I could see black, and then I saw light, and then black again, and I wasn't sure if that was normal when buried under the snow, or if I was going crazy. I was leaning toward the latter. "It just hurt. It felt like my lungs were collapsing, and I could barely breath, and when I did breath, it felt like I was sucking in ice instead of air. The air was frozen, and hit my throat like shards of glass, chilling my saliva even as my body fought to retain its natural temperature. It was losing the battle. I was slowly being frozen alive."

WARNING: I would not recommend reading this story if you are easily subject to fits of anxiety. No monsters No paranormal No violence Just terror Genre: Horror/Suspense

WANRING THIS STORY CONTIANS TOPICS OF: death and drowning!!!! This story is about how a child lost their mom.. One day she visited the "haunted" grave yard where her mothers grave is....

Just something i feel.

A crushed skeleton lies pinned beneath stones inside a narrow grave, its ribs shattered and claw marks scoring the surrounding earth-signs of a desperate, violent struggle that hints the burial was meant not to honor the dead, but to contain something that refused to stay still.

Poetry from the brain of one SilentDream. Including imperfection, perfection, life, death, and love.

A girl's beloved doll is ruined by the family's dog, prompting a makeshift backyard funeral for the doll. But as years pass, the doll is forgotten, but the doll does not want to be forgotten. She wants revenge on the people who buried her in the ground and left her so many years ago. (This is my very first story! Helpful critique is welcomed) :)

An excavation uncovers a cracked skull teeming with strange, living worms. When the creatures vanish overnight, one of the diggers disappears too-leaving only footprints that end at the skull's resting place, where the soil now breathes like something alive beneath the sand.

A long-dead king lies in a tomb of gold, his skeleton bound to the treasures meant to secure his power in death. Disturbed by grave robbers, his cursed wealth exacts vengeance, claiming lives until the treasures return. The gold gleams eternal, a lure for the living and a prison for the restless dead.

An excavation uncovers a massive fossilized sea predator, but as night falls, it stirs with ancient memory, flooding the earth and vanishing back into the depths to hunt again.

A skeleton buried for centuries stirs beneath the earth, its hunger never quelled. Whispers rise from the soil, proving some graves are alive-and they still feed.

I've lived in hell on Earth, I had some good times but mostly...I'm just happy to finally die but I do want my story out there even though it involves a man whose survived a zombie apocalypse, devoured several times by wild beast in the woods, seen more than several generations of his lineage and may have caused world war 5. It's a thousand years I have to go over and it starts as a little love story but love is what causes endless misery suffering. whoever told you hate was a disease, caused all wars and suffering over the world well he/she who told you so LIED...Maybe extremely naive or trying to set you up because the story I'm going to tell you is an adventurous tale of torture, why you really shouldn't live forever.

My mother always told me about stories of the old gods and the new not once would I have thought that what she might be saying was true.

A young woman was shot on her way home and everyone thought she was dead but the woman could actually see and hear everything that happened around her

Buried Alive? try being buried high and drunk as fuck with a dead guy