Buried To The Hilt Novels & Stories

He was selfish, through and through. The next morning, I stepped out of my room carrying the urn. Mike was still kneeling on the floor. It had only been one night, but he looked like a wreck—his eyes swollen and bloodshot, his hair a tangled mess, his face pale as a ghost. When he saw me, he tried to stand, but his legs had gone numb from kneeling too long. He wobbled, then collapsed back to the ground. His gaze landed on the urn in my arms, and he knew—I was taking my mom to be laid to rest.

We were buried so deep inside of her, so deep that I thought we were never going to pull out. This moment, this very same moment, I would fuckin' sell my kidney to have it over and over again.

Anguish burned like concentrated acid, searing into the most guarded part of my consciousness, breaching the lifelong barrier I kept suppressed in the far corner of my mind. "Quick, bury her!" "She's still alive!" "Truly a vile creature of sin!" White spots of agony crowded my vision. With a lurch, I puked a mouthful of blood, and sunk into a web of nightmare. ... "Shhh...don't wake up the pack." "Don't worry, everyone's asleep. Move your hands, dig deeper. The hole should be deep enough to suffocate her to death!" "This should be good enough. Quickly bury her!"

The ground settles above me, sealing my whole body with dungeon floor soil. I feel my whole body buried under the ground.

A baritone voice speaks in a slow, emphasized manner. His hands were wrapped around a shovel, dressed in a white polo shirt and dirty black pants from the soiled muddy ground. His perfect forehead started to drip while his muscles from the arms flexed to his legs from the constant action of digging. A place for the undead. The cold touch of the air kisses the dry tombstone of a person laying six feet below the ground. A hill of muddy soil soon begins to fill up parts of the ground, and a laid coffin embraces itself in front of him after a long while.

He looked at the heavy steel frame, and then his liquid-mercury eyes swept over the massive pile of compacted dirt, ancient roots, and thick, undisturbed moss they had just spent the last several minutes frantically clawing away. "He didn't bring her through here," Fennigan snarled, his voice vibrating with absolute, terrifying certainty. Jax crouched beside him, his golden eyes sweeping the displaced earth. "You're right. This hatch wasn't just hidden or camouflaged—it was completely buried. The earth over it hasn't been disturbed in months, maybe years, until we just tore it up."

A silly promise, but he’d taken it seriously. And apparently… he still wore it. My chest tightened. That scent carried memories I’d buried deep. Nights tangled together in warmth. Sunday mornings with music playing low in the background. Laughter in the kitchen. Promises whispered in the dark. God, I loved him. I had loved him so much that it almost destroyed me. And in a blink, I threw the coat across the room. It landed with a dull thud on the couch. None of that matters anymore. Love doesn’t matter.

Her words sounded like a promise but she felt water lingering down her eyes. A great tremor overtook her as she buried her red face into her sister-in-law shoulders. They held themselves in a tight hug and cry louder. One could feel by the heaving of their chest by just watching. His coffin was lowered six feet below the ground where he was finally buried. *** A month later...

I gave him that file to let him and Melanie fight tooth and nail, bringing every ounce of evil he hid inside to the surface. Sure enough, Melanie went missing two days later. Her parents reported her missing to the police. After a thorough search, investigators eventually uncovered a basement near the ruins of the burned-down villa. Melanie lay inside, unconscious. Her body was covered in burns—some small, some massive, the worst of them melted together and weeping red and yellow pus. Her hair had been scorched into brittle curls, her face so disfigured it was beyond recognition. The smell of rotting flesh clung to her back.

"He's as horrible as sin! Look at those bodies!" I stood there with my head lowered and my hands were balled up into trembling fists. I could do nothing but give up to their humiliation. No one would listen to me even if I tried to explain. They just saw the first side of the coin — they wouldn't even bother to flip it and see the other side. "ENOUGH!" I heard a familiar voice. I turned in the direction of the speaker, and saw Hazel, her brows knit together and her eyes screamed of irritation.