Bury Your Dead Novels & Stories

"It's alright to feel something, Seraphine. Five years of planning just walked through those doors and hit its mark exactly the way you wanted it to." I looked down at my hand and slowly uncurled it, thinking about the sound of that glass shattering, the way his face had drained of color like someone had reached inside him and pulled the blood out through his feet. "He said something," I said quietly. "I couldn't hear it from the stage, but I could read it on his lips. He said I'm dead. He said he buried me." "He did bury you," Diego said, something dark moving behind his usually careful expression. "Wrong corpse. Headstone with your name on it. A funeral he stood through without shedding a

I asked the driver to stop at the entrance in front of the protective fence, and he didn't accompany me inside. Of course, because I didn't want him to see the potential future wife of Prince Cassian digging up a grave and stealing a corpse. My powers were still a secret to everyone. I couldn't let anyone find out. "If I'm not mistaken, they bury the deceased based on age. The right side is for the elderly, the front for babies, so the left side should be for the young," I mumbled to myself. I looked towards the left, reaching the area of the cemetery with the most burials. Most of the victims of the mysterious virus were productive-age Alphas, including the most recent ones.

Squinting her eyes, she realized that the transparent thing looked very similar to her, the only difference was the golden halo above the head. "If she's dead… Why don't I have a golden halo-like her's?" Tang Yazhu muttered when suddenly, a thought came to mind. According to the books and movies that she has read thus far, there was such a thing as "possession." This ignited her heart and loosened the tight grip that has been on her heart since she died. "Since she's dead now, does that mean that I can possess it?!" With that thought in mind, a flicker of hope shined in her eyes. Without delay, she arrived at the dead female body even faster than the Flash.

Our love story began on the road, and so it seems it does end on the same road. Years passed by, just like every living creature in this world that wasn't cursed by the Blood Rose, he died. I looked for his body after he died. But, it seems he was burned into ashes. I wasn’t able to keep our promises—that we will be buried next to each other. How am I going to be buried when I was the one buried into regret, to frustration? I am now immortal and perhaps the only thing that could bury me six feet below the ground is when I find a way to terminate my lifetime contract to the Blood Rose.

The huge door was old but yet we are sure that we can't afford to destroy how thick is it! "Sava..." Neri looked at me with her teary eyes. I gave her the same reaction as I. "We are too late." I mouthed in a defeat matter. --- "DEKU! WAKE UP! DEKU! DEKU!" "H-he's dead." I cried and slowly draw near Deku to give him my last hug! I was supposed to be doing this recently. Deku! "Hey, Deku... wake up! Deku!" I tried to wake him up and touch him on his face. Yes, I punched him but that doesn't mean that it will lead to his death! He wasn't bleeding at all!

He was focused solely on breaking open the tomb. “It’s good that you showed up,” Selene said, her tone almost smug. “Lucian and I were discussing Elara, and he wants to move her to another cemetery. I’m just here to help my husband.” Milo and I both froze, stunned by her words. Even in death, Lucian couldn’t seem to leave me alone. He was moving me around as if I were just another piece of property. “Is this your idea?” Milo demanded. “Why? Elara is dead! Can't you just let her rest in peace?”

he said, and my mouth hung open. “Do you feel this is some kind of hallucination? Your head is making it up; I am not here.” I asked. “How best does it explain you being dead for three months? I buried you with my hand; it was the hardest thing for me to do,” he said, his eyes tearing up. He buried me. Why didn’t he get other people to do it? Was he trying to punish himself harder? “I was dead, Aurelian, but now that I am back, you are not hallucinating,” I said. He looked at me.

No survivors found. I read it again. Then the article beneath it. A boating accident. Eight years ago. The Blackthorn family vessel went down in open water during a private crossing. Three passengers confirmed aboard. No bodies recovered. The official report listed all three as deceased. Three passengers. Damien's parents. And a third name I didn't recognise. I scrolled further. Another article. Shorter. A follow-up piece from six months later confirming the estate had passed to Damien, then nineteen, under the guardianship of his uncle Victor Blackthorn... his father's younger brother and the only remaining family.

As Clara watched Audrey, she scoffed. "What? Don't you know? "He's dead as a doornail by now, but you were too busy cuddling with your fiance to notice. Speaking of which, Lucas loved you so much that he didn't want you to be sad even when he was dying." Audrey repeatedly shook her head in disbelief before turning around and fleeing the bar in a daze. When I followed her out into the cool night air, I saw that she had collapsed onto a bench by the side of the road. She was silent, staring blankly at the relentless flow of traffic.

" I then played an audio recording. Hannah's voice came out. "Once I give birth to our child safely, I'll make him transfer all his assets under our child's name. Then we'll find a chance to take him mountain climbing overseas. Once he dies, the huge insurance payout plus all his money will be enough for us to spend for the rest of our lives." Adrian chuckled. "You're really something. You're squeezing every last drop of value out of him." The recording ended. I looked at Richard and Marjorie. "You knew about all of this and discussed it together. You're accomplices too."