Buried Hearts Ep 1 Novels & Stories

I was three months along and had planned to tell Simon during the marking ceremony, but it seemed impossible now. Three nights ago, I died with my pup. The bathroom in that old estate had long been abandoned. Water, electricity—everything was cut off. When I was locked in, the faucet valve broke and started leaking water. At first, I tried to fix it, but the liquid burned my hands and began to rot my skin. That was when I realized that it wasn't normal water. It was mixed with silver nitrate. As an Omega, I didn't have the ability to self-heal. The silver ate through me faster than I could imagine. I pounded on the door, screaming for help.

Because if I did— And he wasn’t real— “I saw you,” I said, my voice trembling despite everything. “I saw—” My throat tightened. “I buried you.” The words hung between us. He didn’t react the way I expected. No denial. No confusion. Just… Understanding. “I know,” he said quietly. My chest tightened. “You’re dead,” I whispered. The word felt wrong even as I said it. Because he didn’t look dead. Didn’t feel like absence. He felt like—

ALPHA DERICK'S POV As I watched them go, I could feel my heart racing very fast. I felt something that was dead within me rise up but I couldn't place what it was. I thought Tina was dead but if she is still alive who did they bury. The body was kinda beyond recognition when the body was buried years back. But he knew deep down that Tina was not dead but he couldn't put his fingers on it.

he said, “the man that was killed.” I looked at the radio, then back at Marco. I should have felt something. But I was still struggling to remember my past. I remembered the important things. I knew that Emmilia Vitore was my wife. I knew that I had a daughter with her. That my brother was obsessed with her and working with her uncle, who was also obsessed with her and had the delusion that Emmilia was his daughter. I should have felt sad about the man that was my father being dead. But when Marco said the words, I felt nothing. “Oh,” was all I could say.

Elena looked peaceful, her chin resting on her chest, a faint smile still playing on her lips as if she were sharing a private joke with Leo in the Great Green. ​"She’s gone, Kaelen," Julian Sallow whispered, stepping up beside him. He didn't reach for a medical scanner. He didn't need to. The "Null-Link" in the room had shifted from a frantic, living pulse to a steady, eternal hum. "The First-Born has returned to the soil." ​The Burial of the Rogue ​They didn't hold a funeral in a cathedral of stone. They took her body down to the Original Gutter, the place where the first Directorate dropship had slammed into the mud of Earth a century ago.

My soul exits my body and evaporates. He unlocks the doors. But he doesn’t let me leave. Not immediately. He grabs my wrist gently. Not forceful. Not dramatic. Just… warm. Real. “Hailey,” he says softly. My heartbeat is confused. “Episode seventeen started today.” I stop breathing. “You’re unbelievable,” I whisper. “You like it.” “I DO NOT—” “You do.” “I—” I give up. I literally give up. “I hate you,” I mutter weakly. “You don’t.”

Tomorrow was supposed to be the most beautiful day of my life. I sat on the edge of the bed. And then I saw the box. It was sitting on the reading table by the window, exactly where I had left it years ago. Old brown cardboard, edges soft with time, the lid slightly crooked. I had never been able to throw it away. Every time I tried, my hands refused. Inside that box was a version of me I had worked very hard to bury. Letters, Photographs. A dried flower that had once been pressed between the pages of a book I no longer owned. Small, stupid things that held the entire weight of a girl who had loved someone so completely she had forgotten how to exist without him.

There is no way they could, "Please," I whimpered, as the hot tears poured from the corner of my eyes, oozing down to my ears, "Is someone out there?" I heard the distilled voice of a man inquiring, "Yes-" my voice cracked, How did he hear me? Maybe I wasn't buried as far as I thought, "Yes, I think someone buried me!" "Oh my God, let me- let call the police," "No... Listen, there is no time. I have an hour if not less to live. I will be long dead before the police get here,"

It felt like someone was clutching my heart when I returned to the cemetery again. Even though I was a soul, I felt suffocated with cold sweat pouring down my forehead. Even my soul form started to thin. Being buried alive was the most horrifying form of torture. The cemetery was a mess when my coffin was opened violently. There was excrement everywhere inside my coffin, and the walls were filled with scratch marks. Those marks were traces of my struggle to survive. Mona could only stand and stare at the coffin blankly due to the horrifying sight. What had she done? She could not believe what she was seeing. She had buried Sean alive for seven days! He had nothing to eat or drink, and could

Hayden- Exactly an hour after Dominic left the office, he returned, and we went to the cemetery. I couldn’t remember the last time I had gone, but it felt like forever. Since I had believed that Dominic had died in the fire, I had been alone to handle the Funeral arrangements. I knew that my mom had loved Dominic’s father, so I had buried them side by side. Kneeling on the ground in front of their graves, I silently cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. Dominic kneeled beside me on one knee with his hand on my shoulder.