Novel & Cerita Buried In The Sky

THE WOLF I BURIED Book One of The Moonkeeper Saga One year ago, Elena Hart buried the love of her life, or so she believed. Since Ronan's death, life has become a series of carefully practiced routines—teaching by day, surviving by night, and visiting the grave of the man she was supposed to marry. Everyone tells her it's time to move on. But grief isn't something you leave behind. When strange wolf tracks appear near Ronan's grave, unsettling dreams haunt her sleep, and a pair of familiar silver eyes watches her from the edge of the forest, Elena is forced to question everything she thought she knew about the night he died. Some secrets refuse to stay buried. As she follo

“They dug a giant pit at the base of a mountain… that’s where they’re dumping them. That’s their final resting place—don’t you understand?!” No one buried the dead—not because they didn’t want to. But because there were too many. ***

“Not buried in the snow, but here. Hanging over my head like a storm.” My stomach plummets. I lurch back, shaking my head. “That's not possible. You said he died. He was buried.” Silence. Deimos' voice breaks. “We buried flowers, Anesha– not a body. A single white lotus.”

Too soft. A spare blanket rested on the armchair. I grabbed it and walked into the adjoining closet. It was small. Dark. Windowless. Wood pressed against my cheek as I laid down on the hard floor. I wrapped the blanket around my shoulders and finally closed my eyes. Safe spaces did not exist in big, open rooms. They only existed in the dark. Callum thought I was punishing him with my silence. He thought my coldness was a weapon. He was wrong. My coldness was armor.

There was absolutely nothing someone buried alive could do. Was I ready to wait for 5hours till I was sure she'll die? I uprooted a flower from the ground and walked to where she was buried alive. I smiled as I planted it on that same spot. "Farewell Lisa, Goodbye." I muttered and laughed loud. I looked at the sky, it was tar-black and the large clouds were moving towards me. "Let's get out of here." I told my men as I ran towards my car.

The place where all the secrets are frozen. Loss brushes the hair away from his face as he look around. There's a blizzard going on, and when I gaze at the snow, I see nothing for miles. Then Loss begins to dive down into the snow, leaving burn marks. he's moving so fast, even I can't see him. But since I'm standing around, I begin to look through the snow, eyes shifting from on pile to the next. Lots of giant skeletons are buried deep within there, but nothing really sticks out.

"All right. Thank you." With that, I linked my arm through my mother's. Together, we slowly walked out of the cafe. The sunlight was beautiful. And warm. The rain had passed, and the sky was clear again. My life was about to begin again too.

The graveyard was so neat. Row upon row of white marble tombstones all rising from the thick blanket of snow. Each one was perfect, polished and exactly the same as all of the others, except the name it bore. They were lined up perfectly with those in front and behind, a city block for the dead. Life is but a roaming shadow, a pitiable thespian. Who struts and frets his few moments upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale imparted by a foolish wit, full of noise and fury... yet meaningless nonetheless.

"The sky is beautiful, isn't it?" Elena turned to look at Daniel, then the sky. It was a beautiful star studded night sky. "It is," she replied as she smiled on realizing they were still holding hands. The rooftop was truly calm. No people and the only source of light it got was from the stars and nearby street lights. "You said you had something to tell me," Elena said, a quizzical smile on her face. "I'm here, sooo." "You said you had something to say too."

Henry*** The sky bled fire—crimson tendrils streaking across the heavens like the last breath of a dying god. Smoke coiled in black spirals, choking out the stars, and in the glow of that apocalyptic dawn, the world trembled. Buildings burned like paper. Trees split open, screaming with sap and flame. It was as if the sky itself had turned traitor—spilling fury upon a land already drowning in sorrow.