Metal Urns For Human Ashes Novels & Stories

The Blood Sanctum was the ancestral home of the vampire clan. In its gloomy great hall, two massive coffins were positioned. These two coffins were not made of wood. Instead, they were forged from meteorites from beyond the stars, incredibly hard and durable. Moreover, the outer layer was reinforced, with a cage made of tempered steel imprisoning the coffins within. Suddenly, one of the coffins trembled slightly. The coffin lid, weighing tens of thousands of pounds, began to shift with creaking sounds.

When my parents passed away, I built an ice temple for them that was full of iron. Human folklore told legends of my people being affected by garlic and silver, but that information was incorrect. When iron spores were released into the air, they dissolved our bodies. It took years, but eventually it left no evidence of our existence. And this icy mausoleum that I had painstakingly carved by hand was the only place fitting to lay the love of my life to rest. In the middle of the large room was a single marble slab, which was covered with a transparent lid.

However, after I drug the body outside and hid it behind the overgrown roses off to the side of the house, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the next task. Carefully, I began to collect what remained of poor Mrs. Nona's ashes, whose life had been filled with warmth and tenderness. The ashes lay scattered around the room, a poignant reminder of her presence. As I gathered what I could, I spotted the blue-painted urn that had once held her remains, its vivid hue now marred by cracks and fragments. It had been her favorite vase once, adorned with swirling patterns that hinted at a story only she could tell. With a gentle touch, I gathered the shattered pieces of the urn as well, each s

“Within those pots are urns and inside those urns are ashes of the people you killed.” He smiled proudly. “That’s pretty accurate.” “But those urns…they’re smaller than they fit inside those pots. How…” He nodded thoughtfully, acknowledging her question as valid. “Well, you have to understand that normally, dead bodies are burned while it is inside a casket. Since human bodies are made of 75 percent water, the cremated remains that people get after are bone fragments and the casket ash. And I don’t put my dead bodies inside a casket, Una.”

Brynn shrieked, her face twisted with malicious glee. The ashes were cruelly scattered again, floating in the air before settling humbly back onto the ground. It was like all my strength had been sucked out. I couldn't hold myself up anymore and collapsed onto the floor. I looked at the scattered ashes, at Brynn’s face, contorted with jealousy, and at Ryker’s shocked, confused expression. Suddenly, I laughed. A bitter, hopeless laugh. "An urn…" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "In the Howling Moon Pack, a simple stone urn costs three hundred silver wolf coins."

He stuck the lantern into the ground and drove the shovel into the earth, one stroke at a time. Moonlight fell across his face. His expression was a tangled mess of shock, fear, and guilt. The soil came up layer by layer. He dug for a long time. Finally, the shovel struck something solid. Edmund tossed it aside, dropped to his knees, and clawed the loose dirt away with his bare hands. The coffin came into view. He took a deep breath and shoved the lid open. Inside was nothing but a single white porcelain urn. Edmund lifted the urn out and removed the lid. Inside were pale gray ashes, still faintly warm from the burning. His hands began to tremble.

They had won the world back, but the cost lay scattered as dark ash at the centre. Ashiel hadn’t moved, he sat cross-legged before his brother’s remains, head bowed. The rising sun gleamed off his neglected sword, Liora wanted to comfort him, but the silence around him was a wall. Some griefs are too big for words, instead, she found a task. With Elara’s help, she carefully gathered Kael’s ashes into a simple clay urn from their supplies. It was a small, fragile thing to hold a life so big and complicated. As she sealed the lid, her fingers brushed the journal at her belt, it felt different.

He carries on without being intimidated at all. "What? Do you want to bury them? Then go ahead but I will only tell you one thing. Lucifer will rouse them and they will have your loved ones' faces but not their soul. I would like to see how you would fight against them. It will be a sure victory for the enemy. However, if you cremate, you will be able to carry them with you always." Mtungagore and Aurora then offer to conjure up the crematoriums as well as the urns. They also ensure to engrave a name on each urn. The grief amongst my people is lifted There is acceptance and a renewed zeal to end this war amongst the wolf.

I think he left it behind as a going souvenir I opened up my closet, taking out the urn that I'd wrapped in a garbage bag. I went straight to my bed to sit, examining the urn in my hands. I flipped it upside-down; there could be a remnant of ash left in it. To my sad surprise, there was none. Nevertheless, I would try to figure out the exact trick I did that had awoken this handsome man spawn of darkness.

During the past days, while the leaders and elders of the Blue Blood Pack took care of their members and families, Gio, Gisella, Andrei, and I took the liberty of overseeing the cremation dealings and building of the monument. The memorial tomb will shelter a precious memento that is very dear to the Blue Blood Pack. The families decided to put some of their loved ones’ cremated ashes in little platinum keepsakes to be buried inside the treasure box. The rest of the ashes will be scattered across the Ozark Mountains when we go for tonight’s wolf run. From a distance, I see another group of male Wolf-bloods prepare the big fire pit for the bonfire while some of them carry dozens and dozens of