Bleeding Heart Funeral Spray Novels & Stories

Alfred waved his hand making the dome disappear. Throwing seeds on the snow Nara yelled ‘eight drills’. Large thorns grew from the seeds; some crawled on the bear’s foot and drilled into it while others tried to penetrate its chest. Chevy whose leg was partially healed removed the cork of a tiny bottle then splashed the green liquid inside on the bear arm. The bear growled in agony. Its arm began to corrode. The bear detached its hand from its shoulder knowing fully well that if it wasn’t careful its whole body would decay.

There was a long, silent moment as she stared down at the coffin, and as I stared at her. “The corner pieces?” she asked suddenly, whipping her head around to look at the funeral director. “Where are they?” The funeral director nodded and pulled a box out. He opened the lid and held it out to us; four brass corner pieces sat inside, one for each corner of the coffin. A crescent moon, a rose, an oak tree, and a sparrow. New beginnings, love, strength, and hope. But none of those things had saved our son. … “We are here today to lay to rest a small, but mighty, soul…”

I rushed towards him, closely followed by his mom. I turned on the pump of the spray and tried spraying the gas on Ben immediately, but to my shock, there wasn’t any gas left in the spray as all the gas had evaporated already due to being stored for a long time in the bag. I felt helpless as I looked at Ben’s body lying lifelessly on the floor. I didn’t have the slightest idea as to how I would save Ben’s life. I turned to look at Ben’s mom, but she had fainted already upon realizing that the spray wasn’t working at all.

"You wanted to go home, remember? You can't die in a hole in the dirt." I pulled a small, ceramic vial from my belt, Life Sap. It was a concentrated essence of the forest’s vitality, incredibly rare and reserved for the Unseen’s highest ranking warriors. It was meant for me, for a killing blow I might take in the line of duty. I didn't hesitate; I tipped her head back and poured the glowing green liquid down her throat. Next came the physical wounds. I used a poultice of chewed silver leaf and spider silk to bind the gash in her side. I had to set her broken arm, a task that elicited a soft, pained moan from her.

The golden hue of the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting streaks of light across the floor. "Finally," Maya exhaled, collapsing onto the stool nearest to her. "If anyone asks me to brew just one more batch of Sentinel's breath tonight, I'll as well drown myself inside it." I chuckled, wiping the sheen of sweat from my forehead. "Don't you think that'll be an expensive form of suicide? Don't do it, please." She rolled her eyes. "Well, says the woman who accidently used a jar of phoenix extract in just one scent portion."

James shook his head. "I'm sorry… I know you'd be devastated if you saw his body, so I had him cremated." But he wasn't. He was just worried that I'd see our son's hollowed chest, missing a heart. I fought back my hatred as I stared at the lopsided bracelet on James' wrist. It was Stan's gift to him. James had often suffered from insomnia back then, so Stan learned how to make one of those Kabbalah bracelets and gave it to him.

I breathe aloud. I reach beneath the folds of my heavy apron, my fingers finding the tiny, smooth glass vial I stole from the old herbalist’s cellar back in Duskmoor—Night-Bane. It is a banned, tasteless liquid extracted from the roots of black hellebore and mountain ash. To a human, it is instant cardiac arrest. To a wolf, it melts the inner core, suffocating the spirit from the inside until the lungs collapse into useless ash. There is no cure. I step up behind the long serving table near the side exit. The servants are busy hauling heavy roasts to the central tables.

After placing a kiss on top of my head, he made his way to the bathroom to shower. Hector set up the entire funeral outside in the family garden. Just as he said, it was gorgeous. The funeral was adorned with vibrant flowers, their fragrances filling the air as they swayed gently in the breeze. Soft, golden rays of sunlight filtered through the canopy of trees, casting a warm glow upon the gathering. Delicate white drapes fluttered in the wind, creating a serene and peaceful atmosphere for Gisselle's final farewell. Hector had put a lot of thought and care into arranging such a special occasion, which I greatly appreciated.

"Oh, this?" She held up the glass jar. "You've got some wonderful fungi growing on a few of these pine trees. Its scientific name is Croartia Quercuum. Most people call it Fusiform Rust. In Wiccan circles, it goes by Heart Skin. Deadly to the trees but incredibly useful for attack potions. Poison, essentially. If you administer it to someone and perform the right spells over the mixture, their hearts will literally burst right inside their chests. Like pop, you know?"

I should I collect the bloody herds. In the clearing of the forest beyond the lake, Silver inspected a herb. Few herbs lived here. Hmm... It has a single red heart-shaped berry and brownish and hairy steam. It has to be Redheart. No, wait, that’s wrong. The hue was different. The berry wasn't just a shade of red. It looked as if the berry was on fire. It’s Fireheart. Very rare herb indeed. It fused with natural Grace it was very effective for severe burns. Argh! Why do I have to do all the chores? I mean, I’m the prince, ain’t I? I should be living in comfort with few servants at my command.