Antigone Burying Her Brother Novels & Stories

I turn once more, scanning the blood-ridden ground before me as the morning sun rises in the distance… ----- Two hundred and seventy-four dead. The sun had risen high in the sky and it now sets upon a dark day that brought back the horrors of the past. I spent the day burying the bodies of my brothers. We are unable to keep them for long in this heat. The family were called to bid farewell, but we had to bury them before they began to rot. Blood fills the cracks of my broken nails as I bury yet another. Galoren, he was young, with great potential. Galoren the Gallant is what we called him.

Then I ordered for them to be burned or fed to beasts. Anger burned within my insides and I was gradually shifting into blood rage. Then a man walked in angrily and ordered that the bodies be buried. I saw my father and mother laid into this grave, then the rest of the bodies thrown into the larger graves. My eyes were red with rage and as the last scene unraveled before me, it broke my heart into a thousand pieces. Lily cried over this grave. As the images stopped, I don't know how long it took, but I blanked out. Nothing was going to stop my revenge on Mistwood Creek and Marcus would pay for defiling my sister by making her his slave.

They both entered into the car and Zach drove them both to the burial grounds and led him to the grave where his sister was buried alongside his parents. He brought out the wallet he was holding which contains her portrait. He knelt down and began beating his chest in agony saying, "I am so sorry it took me so long to come visit you Abi, forgive me. Its all my fault, if I had been a responsible brother from the start and did nice and reputable jobs even if pays little, you would still be alive. Forgive me, forgive big bro I... Was so foolish. Forgive me, I promise to make them pay and avenge your death. I swear, they will all pay... I will make them pay"

***ROMANO’S POV *** 4 weeks later*** We watched as my brother’s coffin was lowered into the ground. My father held my mother as she was crying hysterically, and to my surprise, even the Grey’s were crying over the loss of Ace. Allegra's coffin was buried on the other side of the field, something I know they’d absolutely protest against. I know that they’d want to be buried side by side, hell they’d even be buried in the same coffin if they could.

“Then don't like it is some simple A b c rhyme. I left my house, came here naked to make you me anyhow you like, like some whore to your selfish manly pleasure while I would scrub myself for life because you touched my skin. Yet I did it. Why? Because I don't have a choice. You killed my brother! He did nothing to you! He did not hurt you hey you killed him! Do you know what that cost me? Cost my mum?” I shrug “People cry when people die! Everyone except me” “Exactly!” She screams in my face. “Cry. Mother remembers how their son looked and mourns his death. You know what they don't do! They don't get buried in a hole. And locked up with just a little ventilation not because of anything but b

Her knees hit the steel floor before she realized they had buckled. “That’s not possible…” The words scraped out of her throat. She stared at the symbol like it might disappear if she blinked. It didn’t. Her chest tightened until breathing hurt. They said he died. They buried an empty coffin. They told her to forget. Her hand curled into a fist against the crate. A sound tore from her chest not a sob, not quite rage, something raw and broken between both. Her brother had worn that mark the night everything burned. If it was here…

"You're making up stories to justify your betrayal." "I buried her in these catacombs." I gestured at the walls lined with the dead. "Section seven, niche forty-two, I carved her name into the stone and I've been trying to atone for not saving her ever since." Matteo made a sound that might have been disgust or might have been understanding, and when I looked at him I saw something flicker across his face that almost looked like sympathy before the familiar cruelty returned. "So my brother was fucking our mother, that's even more pathetic than I thought."

"I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it." Rainer stopped. His hands clenched at his sides, then slowly released. "I didn't want it to go like this. I didn't want any of this. But you left me no fucking choice. You always pick the thing that lets you sleep. The one that costs someone else instead of you." Jose grabbed the edge of the table. The metal was cold under his fingers. Alive. Elias was alive. The brother he had quietly stopped letting himself think about because the grief was more manageable than the guilt. The one he had failed long before any grave w

“But he was my brother.” I said nothing. He stayed there beside them, tears dripping onto stone, his hand clenched beside the body of the sister he couldn’t save and the brother he couldn’t forgive. ~ We buried them at dawn. The fog hadn’t lifted, and the hills behind the palace looked like they’d sunk beneath a lake of mist. The ground was wet from last night’s rain, soft enough that the shovels met no resistance. Ruhan carried Sariah, arms locked tight, face hard with grief. I carried Benjen, because I had to. Because I killed him.

Tears flooded my eyes, burning hot, blinding me. I screamed again, louder this time, like the pain could tear through walls. “They set me up! They set me up, John!” I sobbed. “I would never steal from you! I gave you everything—I chose you!” He kept walking. Up the stairs. Away from me. Away from us. Tricia followed, holding their son. His mother watched it all with twisted satisfaction, arms folded like a queen overseeing the execution of a traitor. And then I knew. They had planned this. Every single move. The evidence. The lies. The humiliation.