The Garden of Bones(WIP)

Phoenix King 1 story

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Summary

Anrow Eklund had always been tormented by ghosts who tried to tell him things he couldn't understand, and for that, he was locked in an asylum since he was 14. Now, under the name of Rowan Miller, he escaped his terrible fate and ran to Barlow, the small town where he used to spend his childhood summers at his aunt's villa; although, more than an escape from the past he couldn't suspect that place would be a comeback to his old, buried wounds. Hoping to stay unnoticed, he remained hidden in the abandoned house, until Philip Gladstone, his neighbour and the local detective became the friend he never had, not before it all got darkened by the many mysterious events that started to happen since the boy's arrival. Soon both of them would be involved in a murder investigation, the hunt of a serial killer with a message told by white roses, the race against time and the search for a missing girl who is more likely to be dead, and whose ghost is the only lead to follow and find her location being Rowan the only one who can see... ..."He walked beside them, facing their faceless faces, staring intently at the mournful, hollow eyes that had been eaten by nature; their skins soaked in green-like black as if they had never met the warmth of a heartbeat; admiring their almost hairless skulls, their torn out flesh, so bitten and rotten that could barely hold on to their bones"...

Genre
Mystery/Horror
Author
Phoenix King
Status
Ongoing
Chapters
2
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

A word from the author.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕. 𝙰𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.


𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚜, 𝚋𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢. 𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢; 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙼𝚛 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎?

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚖 𝙸 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

𝚂𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙿𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕; 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚁𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚗 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔... 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝙰𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛, 𝙿𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚙'𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙳𝚛 𝙿𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚠.

𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎.

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗, 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝...

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