Antigone Burying Her Brother Novels & Stories

Anastasia said, wiping unseen tears from her face with her handkerchief. “Not you too.” He muttered to her, as she looked up at him not understanding what he just meant by that. Donovan didn't understand why his father had invited her, this burial was only family based and here she was acting like she knew Ares on a personal level. “What?” She bucked at him. “I can't cry at my brother-in-law’s burial? Why haven't you found his killer yet?” At hearing her say that, she yanked her by her arm painfully as she whimpered at his harsh treatments.

“It’s not your fault. She chose that for herself. She was so consumed by her own hate that she couldn’t see anything else. That doesn’t change the fact that you’re my son. Even if she gave birth to you, I don’t regret raising you as mine.” Antonio pulled back from the hug, tears finally starting to fall down his cheeks. He wiped them away with the back of his hand, then looked at Vincenzo. “I need one favor from you, dad.” he said. “I need to bury her. I can’t just… I can’t just let her be. No matter what she did, I need to put her to rest.” Vincenzo nodded. “I understand. We will arrange a small funeral. But no one will be there. Just you and me.”

So as my tears pattered onto the ground, a painful lump in my throat, I laid each stone in a grave before covering them with the dirt I had dug up. Only when the final stone for my brother was completely covered did I let myself make a sound as a choked sob escaped my throat. It was a full moon that night and I thought that it was fitting I could bury my family under the Moon Goddess’s light. It felt like she was here with me, mourning with me and offering however much comfort she could give. I would not curse her for their fate because there was only one person to blame.

I confessed after looking back again, and noticing Alden wasn’t really here to save me or talk my way through this particular obstacle. “I don’t know your language but it’s obvious you already know mine, which is not so much as an advantage because all it does is make me feel unsafe. Alden is my brother, and he died trying to save me. I want to bury him like a prince, and someone who is loved. I want to do that. Can you help me?” His burial was the most important thing to me as it was. Before my health, before my desires, he needed to be put to rest, and he needed to be cared for.

"I don't know but I'll do anything to take Luana down. Especially as she killed my brother. Rest in toil and sorrow, Hudson, because until I get justice for you, I won't relent." The thunder rumbled and the sky gave way to its royal guest of liquid drops that fell to the ground. One drop, two drops, until it was enough to wash away Hudson's blood, and the men in their wet armor buried him within the camp, shifting and howling to respect the dead amongst them. ★★★★★★★★★★★★

I did not care who would get hurt and how hard they would get hurt because it was my time to explode and be damned to the bystanders. My eyes fluttered open. Everything was blurry as I lay there. I blinked over and over, the large stones heavy on my body yet not so heavy that they could keep me down. The rocks flew off from me pushing my body up. A white cloth had been wrapped around my body for modesty before they stoned my dead body, casting me out as scum not worthy of even a proper burial. They had not buried me in the mountain of Buja as tradition states. It had been my brother’s final cussing at me and my position in the family.

"We have until midday to bury Connor before we have to leave this place." I nodded. An hour later, we had congregated around at the foot of a not quite frozen lake underneath a weeping willow tree. Luca and my Dad had found the best suits they could and I had found a white dress. Connor never wanted a depressing funeral- or at least as not depressing as possible. I had watched as Luca and my Dad carried my brother's coffin to the shore and lowered it slowly into a boat. In my hand, I held a burning touch. Connor never wanted to be buried. He said the maggots and damp would drive him insane.

She has almost the same aura as my late mother. Tears trickled down my cheek, and I had to pull away and hold her gaze. “Where is mother? Where was she buried?” I asked while choking on my tears. Tears stood in Aunt's eyes as she shook her head and glanced at me with pain in her eyes. “Your mother wasn’t buried; she was thrown away,” she announced, and my heart clenched. “After she was beheaded, the people didn’t want her to be buried. They say her body was taboo and can only be thrown away.” Aunt explained, and I fell to the ground. “No!” I yelled in pain.

Not when the memory of her sister’s warmth and laughter still lingered in the depths of her soul. The earth was stubborn beneath her hands, as if it too refused to accept the tragedy that had befallen them. Seraphina’s nails dug deep into the soil, splinters of dirt flying in every direction as she desperately clawed at the ground. Her breaths came in ragged sobs, each one escaping her chest like the last shred of her sanity. She had to bury Cora. She had to lay her to rest before the weight of her grief consumed her.

I held her hand passionately as I led her to the grave. "You laid her to rest?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, placing her hand on her chest as her breathing hastened. I nodded, watching her eyes well up with tears as they gradually found their way down her cheek. She held me by my collar and asked, "Who gave you the right to bury her? You are the reason for our misfortune." "Mr. Alpha brother, if you knew the gravity of the sin you have committed, you would stay away from me, but no! You suddenly start acting nice."