Antigone Burying Her Brother Novels & Stories

“Traitors will be executed, no exceptions.” Once the crowed cleared, I gathered Katherine’s body and slipped away. I was going to bury my sister and being planning her revenge. The fire filth and the shadow pack would pay for what they had done to her.

Anton murmurs, ducking his head into his hand, his shoulders starting to tremble with this new knowledge. “Juniper,” Orion says, his voice low and stern. I turn my eyes to him. “Please, please tell me that your culture doesn’t practice ceremonies of cremation after death.” My eyes go wide and my wolf howls in terror at the idea. “No,” I say, all in a rush, snapping my gaze up to Tony. “But Anton…we…we buried you.” “What?” he whispers, dropping his hand and turning to me in shock. I shake my head, a little frantic. “I mean, we didn’t know!”

“I’m ready. Let’s go.” Don shook his head and led the way outside the porch. We got inside the car and drove to the cemetery. It was a really sad ceremony. Saying goodbye to my little brother so soon was unexpected. As Samuel’s older brother, I always thought that he was going to be the one to bury me first. I never thought that I’d have to bury him before he was even able to be there for his daughter and watch her become a big girl. I looked over at my side at the funeral and saw Anastasia with Arianna in her arms.

CHAPTER 36: THE MORNING AFTER We bury Dag at dawn. Not because dawn is symbolic. Because that is when the ground is softest and his sister is arriving from the Western territory at midmorning and Ronan wanted it done before she got here so she would not have to watch.

I turned to see her and Baton walking toward us. When Seraphina saw the urn in my hands, her face went pale. "What do you think you're doing?" she shrieked, rushing at me. "This is my brother's resting place!" "This is the Laurel family cemetery," I said coldly. "You had no right to bury him here." "Are you trying to desecrate the dead?" Seraphina's voice was shrill. "You, the daughter of a murderer!" She lunged for the urn.

My hands curl slightly. “You taught me not to bow to anything that seeks control to harm me.” I lift my chin. “ I won’t.” The wind shifts. I feel Cassain’s pride behind me. I feel Seraphina’s tears. I feel my brothers standing tall. “I will find who did this,” I say clearly. “And when I do… they will wish they hadn’t.” I step back. The burial begins. The sound of soil hitting wood is unbearable. Each thud feels like a punch.

My mother, trembling violently, insisted on dressing me in a pristine white gown herself. My father gently placed my research notes into the coffin, solemnly inscribing the words: "Anti-Epidemic Hero, Beloved Daughter Sylvia Kenyon." My brother pressed a brass key into my stiff hand—I knew it was the key to the new laboratory he had rebuilt for me. The day of my burial, a gentle rain fell. As clumps of earth patted down on the coffin, my soul felt lighter than air. Those obsessions that had gnawed at my bones slowly sank beneath the soil.

“Many of our brothers and sisters will not return to their homes. They will not feel the warmth of the sun again.” I swallowed hard. “I will not let their deaths be forgotten.” The crowd grew quiet. I took a step forward. “We will bury them with honour. We will not let their sacrifice be in vain.” I turned to Liam and the sorceresses and warriors. “Prepare the burial ground,” I ordered. Liam nodded; his face hard with pain. The people moved quickly. At nightfall, the bodies were laid out in rows, each one wrapped in clean cloth. When the burial was done, I stood before them again.

He said. “Dead? Are you serious?” she giggled. “Ahuh.” “Where’s Antigone?” “You mean… this sentient thief creature?” as he introduced Antigone that he hanged from a tree, from his right foot into the rope tied from a branch of a tree. “Your Highness…” Antigone said. “Hell goodness! Let him down! Are you out of your mind?” and Legolas now cut the rope as Antigone stumbled down into the ground.

I lifted it, then placed it at the base of the tombstone, pressing it until it was half-buried in the ground. “This belongs to both of us. If one day I forget what your face looks like, I’ll come here and remember it through this.” The wind lifted the hem of my robe. Behind me, Mira, Nyra, Ilon, Tavien, Hassel, Serel, and Lysander stood in a half-circle. Their eyes were red, some from crying with me, some from holding back anger that had no place to go. Only we—only we—knew that the woman we buried today was my sister. Outside the palace gates, rumors had already spread: Seraphyne, the dark criminal consumed by fire. They wouldn’t know where we had placed her, not today, perhaps never… until