Antigone Burying Her Brother Novels & Stories

He knew it wouldn't change his mind, but it was the truth, even a baby wolf, will be more powerful than Jayden, after the ritual". It was only the guard that had driven the carriage that was with them, so he was made to dig up the ground, for her to be buried. "You are going to do this all by yourself, so no one blames us tomorrow ". Sodom says, then he tells him to pour the blood on her, before she is lowered down to the ground, which he did, he poured the blood on her, then he used it to rub around her body, as if he was creaming her, then he was lowered down, the guard was no longer allowed to cover the grave, so Jayden had to do it, he covered the grave, before he finishes, he had starte

He would lose everything as a Profound Heavenly General if he did not have his fairy soul. "Nonsense!" Archfiend Antigonus said coldly and slapped the top of Zakari's head after hearing his curse and with a disdainful look on his face. Zakari did not have time to scream before his skull was broken, and he died on the spot. "Zakari!" "No!" The two other brothers could not help but scream when they saw that scene. Their eyes were bloodshot and filled with resentment and sadness. Nobody could bear the thought of their own brother dying in front of them.

For that, I'll be forever grateful. Once the rites are over, the coffin is put inside the six-foot hole, and as the only sister and living relative, I must do the honors of pouring sand into her grave as is customary. The truth washes over me that this is actually real, that I'll never see Tanya again, never hear her snarky remarks ever again. I jump inside the hole and bawl like a baby as I talk to my now-lifeless sister's body. No one stops me. No one tries to take me out of here. They know I need this.

Since Athena was declared dead by those forensic personnels after examining the DNA they have found at the car seat as well as the corpse, he kept himself drunk while his family were busy preparing for his wife's early burial ceremony. Terrence refused to believe that Athena left them easily just like that! Knowing her stubborn nature, he kept forcing himself that she might be just faking her death to escape everything! "Man, the burial ceremony was about to start. We have to go." Anton released a long sigh as he patted Terrence's shoulder but the latter sneered in response, not giving a damn to it.

“Please, Enzo… please, let me go. Let me make this right. I didn’t know—I swear to you, I didn’t know. I was their puppet. I was used. Please…” The last thing I wanted to know now was where my mother and brother’s body were buried. Where they were kept, how they did that just for me not to realize I had been living with the wrong people for years. “Where… where…” my voice cracked, my entire body vibrating with the force of the betrayal and the continuous surge of rage inside of me. “Where were they buried?” “Enzo…” “Don’t make me ask you again!” “In… in the backyard. She… she covered the tombstone with grass.”

One by one, the others copy and as they pass me, they bow. There were so many wolves that it took hours. I understood why Ant had said when the moon is at it's highest. Ant and another man lift the coffin, placing it into the freshly dug hole. It was eerily silent. There were no tears from anyone. No whispers among the crowd. I just wanted someone to speak. Gradually the people turn away, walking back into the forest. “What’s happening?” I ask Ant quietly. “They have paid their respects. They are going so that they can shift.”

The child didn’t cry; she only stared at the simple wooden marker standing over the grave, her small hand twisting the hem of her coat. There were no prayers. No words that could make sense of what he’d done or what we’d lost. Just the wind. And the memory of a man who had once wanted to change the world before the world changed him. Bianca stepped forward first, her movements slow, deliberate. She placed a single pine branch on the mound of snow that covered her brother’s body. Her voice was barely a whisper. “I know that you did not want to do this. I mean give him a proper burial at least.” she said. “But at least now… it’s over. And for that, I thank you for keeping us alive, for doing y

“I promise you, Zaria, I'm going to do everything to expose whoever did this to you and seek justice for your death. Everyone may mock me and shame me because I am your brother but I'm going to take over your place as Alpha and show them that we the North's family will always stay tall no matter what. This is a trying time for me, sister. I hope you'll give me your blessing from the other side so I can do all that I possibly can to make our pack great again and regan the trust of the members of Deep into the woods.” I sat up in front of my sister's body and bowed to her, then I stopped out of the prison. I contacted Martha and she helped me made the funeral processions. However, there was a

The ones who were done bidding their goodbyes stepped away from the bodies and watched on as they were placed in their graves individually. Lucian knelt by my father and kissed the back of his palm, then muttered some words. Next was his mate, then Irene, and finally my mom. They turned to me, waiting to see if I would do something, but I didn't. I only turned my eyes away. I could feel the fury that burned in my brother's eyes, but I didn't care. And finally, men came and lifted his body and placed him inside his grave. We watched on as the sands were pushed into the graves and they were buried.

The other men nodded in agreement, their faces grim as they continued the search. I was filled with a burning rage at the thought of the rogue wolf responsible. But as Alpha, it was my duty to provide a proper burial for my fallen brothers. We found a suitable spot beneath a stand of tall trees, surrounded by soft beds of ferns and wildflowers. The men set to work, each taking on a specific task. Some gathered large stones to make markers for the graves, while others worked to clear the ground and prepare a shallow trench for the bodies. I helped to dig the trench, using a sturdy branch as a makeshift shovel. The work was grueling, but I felt it was important to be a part of this final act o