Novel & Cerita Antigone Burying Her Brother

She could be a very petty woman but he had seen her in battle and he had never for once doubted her abilities. This was so unfair. She was too young to die. Soon he heard the loud sound of a conch horn coming from the pack house. The sun had set already, bringing with it the dark blanket of night. It was time for the burial. He turned and walked back to the training ground, where people were already gathered for the burial. As was the custom of his pack, torches had been lit and set into the grass at intervals around the training site. The wolves had gathered around a pyre, where Kylie's body wrapped in white cloth had been placed. In one corner was Kylie's younger brother. He had his hands

“And now, we commit his body to the ground…” I stepped forward when they called me. I took the handful of sand and stared at the casket that now held my brother, his name engraved on it. Dante Armani. I swallowed, “I didn’t wait for God’s vengeance, brother. I delivered it myself. Rest well, brother.” The priest shifted, clearly uncomfortable, but he didn’t stop me. From the corner of my eye, I saw Aurora flinch. I didn’t look at her. Then I dropped the sand onto the coffin, and dropped the single rose stem into the grave.

Evander said and everyone knew he meant it. "Wait. If she's your mate, does that mean.." “ yes. She's dead " Isabella said, talking to them for the first time. Evander stood up, urging his brother to follow him and Isabella stood too, just as Jake and Alec followed. They all walked silently, Alec and Jake keeping wary eyes on Alexander for fear of what he might do. He didn't even flinch. Evander stopped at the door to make sure his brother would be ready for what he would see. Alexander nodded, biting his tongue. Evander opened the now empty hall, where her corpse still lay, cold and lifeless. The burial preparations , he knew, would be taken care of by the appropriate people. They walked ca

"But that's not relevant to this story." "Did you bury him dad?". Andres asked. "Of course he did." Jax grumbled. "Stop asking stupid questions." "He might have stuffed him." Andres glared at his older brother. "Ever think about that?". Annaliese chuckled and covered it with a cough as Jax glared at her. "That's enough." Andrei ordered. "Yes Andres, I buried him." "But why did he hurt Leon? Was he mad at you for something?". Andres inquired.

Pure agony, my deep guttural cries as I felt and saw my eye being gouged out by my own father with his favourite dagger I had grown up watching him sharpen. All while feeling the familiar hot stream of blood grasping its hot hands on my cheek as it fell, pouring as I wailed until it was all over. The only vision remaining in my right eye. The left a burning, crimson pool of the reminder my mother was dead– meaning a part of me had to die with her, even if it were just the beautiful blue eyes she had given me. But it was caved, only echoing voices remaining and screams shattering through the room that I wasn't aware if they were mine or not. I was now a Romano inside and out.

Makes the jon a little less messy. “Bury her.”

How could they take everyone I love away from me? I sat there, tears streaming down my face, holding onto my sister one last time. Standing up, I sought for a suitable spot and began digging with my bare hands to lay my sister to rest. I couldn't bury my father, or mother, or brother, but at least I could bury my sister. I gently placed her in the hole, holding onto her tightly as tears flowed uncontrollably. "May the moon goddess's light illuminate your path to the underworld, where shadows dance in eternal embrace." I whispered softly.

I always told myself he deserved to rot in a cell, but the truth is… Maybe I didn’t want to kill him after all. I sigh, running a hand through my hair before kneeling down. Nicholas may not have been my true brother, but once—before the darkness consumed him—he was still a part of my life. And no matter how much damage he caused, I won’t leave his body to rot in this godforsaken house. So I carry him out the back, where the overgrown garden used to be. And with nothing but my claws and hands, I dig his grave. Once it’s done, I lower his body into the earth. No prayers. No final words. Just silence.

“Just like your mother, you were chosen. Chosen to be the warrior, the leader… while Anastasia was just a follower. The worst part? You were clueless… oblivious to everything and yet the goddess still chose you.” She laughed bitterly. “Anastasia, like me, got swept into the background. She decided to kill you the moment she realized you loved and trusted her. After all… she was your big sister.” My hands began to tremble as the memory surged back. The oak tree. The blood of dozens of rogues. My eyes blindfolded. Anastasia’s sickening laughter echoing in the air. She’d recited something in an ancient tongue, pushed me into a pit, and poured blood over me, chanting as she tried to bury me aliv

The night had turned cold, and she’d been wearing only a thin black dress for the funeral. The clearing was eerily quiet as I approached. Agnes had chosen a pretty willow tree to bury her baby under, nestled in a copse of trees that was visible from the house. It was a good spot. If I had been in her position… I hated to think about burying Thea, but if I had to, Goddess forbid, I would have chosen this location too. Agnes was sitting cross-legged at the foot of the grave, her black dress pooling around her. She didn’t look up as I approached, didn’t give any indication that she’d heard my footsteps on the grass.