Bury Your Dead Novels & Stories

The funeral drew every major name in the underworld. Everyone came in tailored black suits, their faces solemn, except me. Beneath my black trench coat, I wore a dress the color of fresh blood. Whispers followed me as I walked past the crowd, commenting that I had no sense of decorum. However, I didn’t care. This wasn’t just a funeral. It was my coronation. I stood before the headstone and watched as the massive black walnut coffin was slowly lowered into the ground. Inside that coffin wasn’t just Luca. Buried with him were six years of my youth and a love I had once been foolish enough to believe in.

The funerals lasted three days. They buried the fallen—soldiers, allies, even a few enemies who had died with more honor than expected. Lenny’s grave stood on the highest hill of the DeLuca grounds, facing east toward the rising sun. Sasha made sure of it. He’d taught her that every Don needed to see the light before they learned to make their own darkness. The men stood in perfect formation, black coats like armor, the wind cold enough to make their eyes water without shame. Vince and Marco flanked her.

That was all I knew about it because it was so secretive as an organization. I saw Kieran, Dominic and Asher as they stood at the base of the mountain of werewolf corpses. I knew what was happening. A Burial by Fire was taking place. There was no time to bury all the fallen, so lighting them on fire until they all burned to ashes was the next best thing. “May your souls be accepted into the Realm of the Isle of Wolves.” Kieran said solemnly and threw fire at the corpse mount. Fire erupted and the smell of burning fur filled the atmosphere. I watched as the fires burned.

"I'm sorry… Rose, I'm so sorry…" With trembling hands, Carissa pulled out her phone and dialed my number. The number saved as an emergency contact, which had always been answered within seconds, would now never connect again. Carissa sank to the floor. She refused to give up, dialing the number over and over. "Please, I beg you, pick up the phone! I was wrong. I was so wrong…" She sobbed so hard she could barely breathe.

As Grandpa burned them, he murmured through tears, "Ewan, I'm sending you all the things you love, so you won't be lonely over there. My good boy, your life was too bitter this time… In the next life, make sure you open your eyes wide and find a good family. Be a carefree, happy little boy, okay? I'll come to join you very soon…" Looking at his aging back, I wanted to cry. "Grandpa, you have to live a long, long life!" Just then, the young officer arrived at my grave, cradling a bouquet of white daisies. He gently laid the flowers down and offered a salute to my photograph, his eyes red-rimmed. "Rest in peace, young man. The bad guys got what they deserved." Looking at him, I clumsily mimick

Annabelle. “The phrase ‘Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of resurrection to eternal life’ is commonly used during funerals, its origins, surprise surprise, are from the b- Annabelle! Are you sleeping again?” Miss Monet crossed her hands on her hips as the bright red-headed girl at the back row drooled on her desk.

"She dies in my house, fine. However, she scared Linda and ruined the welcome party I prepared for my mom. This is just bad luck all around." Looking at his righteous expression, I almost laughed out loud. I pointed straight at the white sheet and said, slowly and clearly, "Nash, I'm warning you one last time. Go lift that sheet yourself and see who's really dead." His brows twisted into a tight knot. "Isn't it just your poor excuse of a mother? What's there to see?” "My eyes are meant for important things. I'm not about to ruin them by looking at garbage like that." His younger sister, Shirley Smith, immediately jumped in, her voice sharp and mocking.

Dmitri and Leo lead all the Undead into the mass grave where they have descended. The Undead are now in the grave, waiting like a bunch of obedient army who are about to receive orders. “Is the main Undead buried yet?” Leo asks. As if answering his question, one by one, the Undead begin to fall and die. They watch as the thousands of Undead fall in the graves, quickly dying. Dmitri lets out a sigh of relief. “Bury them,” he orders them through mindlink. “Make sure that they are well dead.”

Fortunately, I was well-prepared. The elders in the village rushed forward immediately, subduing them and imprisoning them in the cellar. They cried for help, but no one responded. Ethan regained his appearance and identity, taking control of the Glory Pack again. However, he was smarter this time. The first thing he did was to beat Leo and Serafina to death with a wooden stick soaked in wolf venom. Even so, he was still not at ease. He invited another dark wizard to dismember their corpses into eight pieces, placed them in different coffins, and buried them in eight different positions so that they could never come back to life.

Every move was hurting me This man was strong and ruthless. Then I saw death approaching. "You hurt my partner and now you deserve punishment." he approached Jack with his gun, who was standing and barely watching. He had been crushed by a fight. "Please dont." I began to cry inconsolably as hard as I could. With all the strength I had left. "I'll take away what you love most." he laughed and smashed my life to pieces with a thunderbolt. He killed him. He killed my future.