Oldlaws Stories

Daisy, Miguel, Tessa and their mother, Star, are visiting New England. It's the year 4058 and England is the place that's changed the least, but the most. The clock tower, aka Big Ben, only chimes once a day. and for one hour talking is allowed. ..... Everything was silent, we were talking quietly to the donut shop employee. Then three agents of sorts burst through the glass windows and the door. I screamed covering my arms, I couldn't see out of my left eye and I was panicking. I was so confused until I saw Miguel get thrown too the ground. "No...NO! Wait! he didn't do anything!" I yelled surging too him, until someone pulled me back. . . . . . . . . this is based of my own AU/Dream all rights reserved

Some children inherit land. Some inherit names. Elisabeth Crowe inherited the dead. Born from the third daughter of a third daughter, Elisabeth has always been watched by her village with quiet fear. Old laws cling to her shadow, laws no one will explain and rules no one admits still exist. When a grave fails to stay buried and the lanterns meant to guard the dead begin to go dark, Elisabeth's fate is sealed. A stranger known only as the Warden arrives the night the dead start knocking. Bound by an ancient oath older than the village itself, the Warden teaches Elisabeth the truth: the dead are not all asleep, not all evil, and never patient. To survive, Elisabeth must learn the hidden rules that bind spirits, graves, and living souls. Rules that demand sacrifice, silence, and obedience. But oaths are hollow things, and sometimes promises are made to be broken. As the boundary between the living and the dead begins to rot, Elisabeth must decide whether to uphold the Warden's law... or risk becoming something far worse than what waits beneath the soil.