Antigone Burying Her Brother Novels & Stories

My heart ached for her. But it was finally time to set him to rest Elder Ulrich stepped forward, his old hands as he prepared for the rites. The burial pit had already been dug with care, lined with white lilies. We didn’t just bury the dead, there was a tradition to ensure that they are sent to the afterlife to enjoy peace with the goddess. “We gather today,” Elder Ulrich began, voice thick with grief, “to return one of our own to the arms of the Moon Goddess. Anthony, warrior, brother, son… brave until the very end.”

He set the bouquet down, crouched before the grave, and whispered, "Sweetheart… Lina picked these for you. You always loved lilies, and she remembered." His voice shook, each word heavier than the one before. "I'm the one who hurt her… and you. When you died, I promised I'd protect Lina. But look at what I did. I killed her myself. She wasn't a bad daughter. She wanted to fix things, to come home, and to call you 'Mom,' but I…" Dad buried his face in his hands, collapsing beside the grave, crying through the night. "Lina was… so kind and sweet, but I misjudged her all this time."

I only had to wait a little longer. They would all die for what they did to my sister. I would make sure the entire lineage of Alejandro ended with my hands. I had promised that at her grave. Remembering her face, pale and still beneath the soil, filled me with sudden strength. My heart squeezed with the memory of the way she had been buried alive, discarded like a broken doll. Rage warmed my veins, pushing back the cold.

I mused out loud. "Huh?" "—yes you could have done it to make me run mad. You fucking bastard!!" "How would be able to do such? Do I have the ability to bring the dead back to life." “I saw him.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “I saw him buried, Anthony. I closed the casket with my own bloody hands. I was the first one to throw a handful of dirt into his grave. I was the one who buried my father.” He froze. The rain outside howled, hammering against the windows like fists pounding on glass.

This was my path now, and I would walk it with my head held high. I stood alone at the edge of the forest, clutching Anne’s belongings: her letter, her diary, a few personal items. “I’m sorry, Anne,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “I couldn’t find your body, but I’ll honor you the best I can.” I dug a small hole beneath an ancient oak tree, placing her things inside. “You deserved so much better,” I murmured, covering the items with earth. “Rest now, my friend. I’ll make them pay. I promise.”

The second went in cleanly, and though he struggled, he was also dead. And like his brother, his own death too left an ache in my chest that tempted me to cry. But I needed his skin... "You will show me the grave where your parents are buried, so I can bury them after I am done skinning. My justice is carried out with you, and my peace is won." I told the remaining ones. They were all afraid, and did not move from where they stood. "I will bury them outside your house, then. I must do my duty to them as they are dead. Get me a shovel."

But in this moment, it felt impossible. “I’ll make it right,” I vowed softly, my fingers pressing the pendant deeper into the soil. “I swear I’ll make Rhys pay for what he’s done.” The sound of footsteps approached, and I looked up to see Helen, her face etched with grief. She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, offering silent support. We didn’t need words; our shared pain was enough. The pack began to sing the mourning song, a tradition passed down through the generations. The haunting melody filled the air, weaving through the trees and settling like a heavy blanket over the burial site.

He agreed. The Redwood tomb was the best option we had.After shoving the bodies inside a casket, we wrapped another round of aconitum around it and then pushed them deep inside the tomb where the darkness would rest for the rest of their lives. Born to destroy the Redwood Brothers, the Aries Brothers were buried in the same tomb as they were. Martin locked up the tomb and shoved the only key back inside his pocket. For now, the darkness was gone. "Wish I could bury you too," Martin told his brother.

The king and Antonis step forward, the king knowing what's coming next, but just then Kyros screams, letting go of Stefania and stepping back before uttering words that shock everyone. "It was me. I was your mate. You killed my brother for me."

I am terrible at it, more tears kept streaming down my face and I knew that I am not changing back anytime soon. Stopping at my track, I glanced around but it seems like I am the only person inside the woods. Everywhere is dead quiet like a cemetery, I wanted to inhumane Ariana's corpse. I need to bury her, I just can't leave her dead body with that of Carter's men like that. I have to interment her even if that was the only thing that I can do for her. I placed her body on the ground. She has been smelling for having dead for days now. Dropping her corpse to the ground, I started excavating a pit. Digging and digging, I needed to excavate six feet to be able to bury her. Her soul needs to r