Graves Stories

about a girl who gets in touch with a boy's spirit and happens to help that boy retrieve his spirit from a black book and on their journey romance falls in thier path

Yuumi is the devoted principal of Battle Academia. But one fateful day, she died anonymously. But when Greta, Maddi and the Peanut League heared about this, they must embark on a perilous quest to find the Totem of Undying to resurrect her and fight against the odds to save their beloved friend, sister and principal.

"La gente actúa como si tuviera una última oportunidad, cuando alguien muere. Pero no es así. No importa si lo último que le dijiste a esa persona es cuánto le amas, o si tuvieron una pelea y le insultaste; es último. Visitar una tumba no cambia nada. Las almas de los muertos no esperan por sentimientos o deseos que se expresan demasiado tarde." "Pero, ¿qué si no te sientes satisfecho con la manera en que partiste?" preguntó Credence, perplejo. "¿Es acaso en alguna manera satisfactoria la muerte?" respondió ella. ×Esta es la tercera y última parte de esta trilogía. Esta ubicada 25 años después del final de Forever Forgotten. De aquí olviden lo que saben sobre la historia de JK en esos años. Disfruten 🖤 ×Obra original (en inglés): https://www.wattpad.com/story/93510933-the-dragging-dawn-book-three ×Traducida CON PERMISO de la autora, por MI :3 @ciaramonaghan ADVERTENCIAS: Gradence/Gravebone

"This is Shadow 1 to Shadow 4 over" "This is Shadow 4, I read you Shadow 1 how copy, over?" "Shadow 4 whats your status on reaching the over view? over" "Sir we're almost there eta 7 mikes out over" "Copy that double time it gentlemen we're burning daylight out here and this meeting isn't going to last forever" "Rog we'll be there in 3 mikes then over" "Copy Report back when you guys reach the over view site over" "Yes sir"

You and Percival Graves have been partners for a very long time. After hunting for an obscurial in Canada, you have become even closer than before and as you both were married to your job, you understood each other very well and worked great together. He was your only friend that you could rely on in life and in death. And you did so, many times, as did he. Over time your feelings for him have grown as you were quite fond of the mysterious and handsome man, and knowing a lot about him and his past made you care about him even more. However, you never let that escape and you kept your emotions concealed as you didn't want to risk ruining your friendship. After coming back from a month-long mission, you find out Graves is not behaving like himself, or rather he is, just the details don't match. Why would that be? It's a rather lengthy story describing a chain of events during and after Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them. I have it planned until the end of the plot introduced, however, if you like the story I might come up with new ideas with how to introduce more plots into it. Enjoy! Highest rankings: #1 in graves #1 in percivalgraves #3 in colinfarrell

"All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage" -Mycroft Holmes What would happen if Sherlock jumped too late? Inspired by the song Light Behind Your Eyes by My Chemical Romance. Warning: deals with death and major depression.

Karen Graves is your typical upper class teenaged girl. Her Uncle owns a large corporation, giving her a generous weekly allowance. Her father is a highly respected U.S. Senator. She attends one of the best schools in the nation. And her nights, are spent fighting crime in a nearly indestructible exosuit while avoiding the watchful eye of the Batman and his League of Justice. ...Okay, you caught me...she only pretends to avoid Batman. Superman, you can hide from, but Batman? Impossible! Join Karen as she dawns her alter ego, Karma, and secretly helps her Uncle make the world a safer place for us normal people. Along the way, she will make new friends and allies, as old wounds and past enemies come back to haunt her. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Young Justice, Warner Brothers, or D.C. Comics. I am just a very passionate (and very broke) fan.

"I've seen you now, and I can't forget you." Rosemary Lucetta Graves is the daughter of Percival Graves, the head of the Magical Security in America. After finishing Hogwarts, the Ravenclaw is then put in a test between faith.., Between faith in Rosemary's father and the rest of the MACUSA... Or faith in a man she just met. // DISCLAIMER: I don't own Newt or Tina, Jacob, or basically the MACUSA. I only rightfully own Rosemary and Alexander.//

A Villanelle, one of desperate fleeting memories of teh past.

Orrick Graves, part-time necromancer employed by the city, isn't looking for trouble. Haydn Hawthorne, retired mage, is. The problem is, 'trouble' comes exclusively packaged as a serial arsonist out for blood and a city bent on devouring the two men whole. UNDER EDITING. LOOKING FOR BETA READERS. GIVE CRITICISM. TEAR THIS THING APART, PLEASE. Cover art and story solely by me. I own rights. They are mine. You may ask to borrow if you so wish. I will say no.

A young man bites off more than he could chew when he started robbing graves to pay for college...

[Greg LestradexReader] A series of Lestrade One Shots. Requests Welcome.

"The butterflies really love them," he rambled, "you should see them, some caterpillars even made crysalis on the stalks...." He stopped then started again, "they should finish metamorphosis soon and come out."

Love. Seems wonderful doesn't it? No one ever reads into it. Is it worth the after math? No one ever thinks it but death ad love are similar, accept death is a more permanent life event...

In the ground beneath your feet, people before you stood. People before you died. Sometimes their remains stay there, sometimes just their energy remain. But on every inch of the world, someone, something, has died. The charms around his wrist clacked together as he paced through the woods, breathing in the scent of the trees and absorbing the sound of the nature as it sung its melodies. His body stood out heavily from the forest. The colors of nature vibrant even in the early morning sun. His skin that of a dead man, pale and translucent. His eyes and hair matched as they were both the darkness itself. His clothes resembled that of a shadow, cloaked around his body. Inside of his cold body, his heart stood still and frozen. A dead man walked through the woods, older than time itself. He went by many names, some so old that only nature had the strength to even whisper it. As he came to a stop in the desolate forest, he dropped to the ground and looked up at the morning sky. A soft voice spoke to him, resonating through his very being. "The world is a burial ground".

Written after a night by the lake, it struck me as utterly beautiful yet, haunting.