Novel & Cerita Antigone Burying Her Brother

Isabella, her hand trembling, kissed the petals before they were lowered into the earth. Cassia, too young to fully comprehend the finality of this moment, gazed at the mound of earth that now covered her brother. She clung to her parents, seeking solace in their embrace, her innocent heart forever marked by the loss of her beloved sibling. The villagers, their hearts heavy with sorrow, each placed a flower or a small token on the grave as a symbol of their love and remembrance for Alex. The oak tree, a silent witness to the tragedy, seemed to bow in mourning, its branches rustling like whispered condolences.

He told her while she was laying in the pool of her own blood. “For…give…me,” she said her last words then closed her eyes. With the help of her brother her husband took the body and put it at the back of the truck he came with and drove off. “I will not bury a witch and I don’t want my niece and nephew to know the kind of person their mother was.” Qhawekazi’s brother said. “I will not bury this thing myself, it deserves to be burnt.” The husband answered.

The burial of the commoners were easy , two coins on each eyes for the ferry man and a few drums roll as his body is burnt till ashes to prevent an incarnation. Khloe could not get the mare of Lucan death over her ,to her it felt like a joke , the chapter from a sad book written in perfect tragedy . She had cried till eyes very dry and would give her no more tears and looking at Wyatt sobbing as his father was burnt had freed the tears of her eyes from its shackles as it rained down easily.

Since then it's like I've been on autopilot. Feed the baby. Call Sarah's employer. Burp the baby. Meet with the funeral home. Change the baby. Bury my sister. I stare at the casket in front of me. Sarah lies inside of it. I can't believe I'm burying my baby sister. Genevieve, my best friend and coworker, sits next to me, holding the baby. She keeps trying to quiet his cries while the preacher drones on about the sanctity of life and the need to treat every day as if it's your last.

She walked up to Shane and handed her safely to him. Caressing her head one last time, she planted a small kiss on her forehead and mumbled, "Do her funeral privately. Bury her in your father’s land" "I am going to avenge her death. I am not going to leave these monsters." She said with her eyes darkening with every second as she imagined the pain, her sister went through. "How are you going to find those men?" He asked.

I groaned. “Do you know that my brother wasn’t even given a proper burial? Had gone back to The Golden Rise pack, his body was torn apart by coyotes. I had dipped the blade in his blood, returned home to do the same with his mate and child. And after that, I fed it with my blood until I was ready for you,” he hissed. “Are you ready?”

I pulled back and noticed the dazed look on his face. "It's too soon, I need time," I mumbled sadly and Ambrose nodded. "But I have a chance, a real chance, right," he asked roughly and I nodded my head and grinned. He fist pumped the air and pecked my cheek. "I need to deal with my brother's body so he doesn't come back quickly," he stated in irritation. I nodded and crossed my arms and watched Ambrose lift his brother's body as Silvar carried in a wooden box to serve as a coffin. The pair worked quickly stuffing the body parts into the box and nailing the lid shut. Ambrose called for a few male workers to transport the box to Romania to be put into the catacombs.

After she killed her brother’s murderer, she would leave. First, she visited his grave, as the cemetery wasn’t that far from her. She had requested it so, and her brother was buried right next to her parents. She walked up to his grave and fell to her knees as she looked up at it. “I can’t blame you because it was never your fault, but I promise you, brother, I will kill the man who did this to you,” she swore as she gazed at the grave. Lily was in pain; after all, it was the worst day of her entire life. She had lost her parents four years ago in a rival attack.

In the car, the ride back to the mansion was silent as they both didn't speak. "I need to find my brother's body and give him a proper burial," Kimberly revealed. "Bruce is currently investigating where they left his body, we'll get a response on that soon." Even though Kimberly wore sunglasses and she tried to hide her tears, Antonia could still notice. "Henry, David. I'm very sorry for not being able to save you both. I promise I will not back down until I avenge you both." She swore.

“It was the Omegas who buried him here. Your brother refused to bury him nor allowed him inside the pack’s cemetery, so here he is.” Here he is, buried in a piece of land where death even barely dares claim. A piece of nothing but a vast sea of wilted grasses and gloomy air. My uncle now crouched and closed his eyes, still murmuring words I can’t understand. “They're your family.” Roland’s voice rumbled. “It's okay to feel this way.”