Novel & Cerita Metal Urns For Human Ashes

(Alexander's POV) I cradled the silver urn against my chest as the pack vehicle pulled up to my private estate. The engraved pack symbols caught the moonlight, casting ghostly patterns across my formal robes. The urn felt impossibly heavy in my hands, as if it contained not just Aria's ashes but all the weight of our tragic history. My enhanced pack guards flanked me as I approached the entrance, their faces solemn. Dr. Reed walked slightly behind, his beta presence muted with respect for my grief.

The journey to the crematorium awaited us, where my mother's earthly vessel would undergo its final transformation. Arriving at the crematorium, I witnessed the solemn ceremony of placing the grave inside the cremation machine. It was a moment of acceptance, acknowledging the inevitable passage of time and the cycle of life and death. The flames consumed the wood and reduced it to ashes, symbolizing the transience of our existence. As the process concluded, the priest approached me, holding a large glass jar containing the precious remains. "Take it, it is yours," he said gently, his voice filled with empathy and understanding. I accepted the jar, cradling it in my hands with a mixture of re

"We have the regular plan, the advanced plan, the luxury plan, and the rocket plan. I do need to let you know that the regular plan uses traditional methods and equipment, meaning that our staff would have to flip the corpse with a hook throughout the entire process, so it might not be the best for the body." That was honestly the one I wanted to pick. Nothing would suit him more than being burned alive while being rotated by a hook! On the off chance that he woke up immediately because of the pain, however, the consequences would be annoying to handle, to say the least, so I gave up. In the end, I tapped at the pamphlet. "Let's go with the rocket plan." I didn't really care about the newes

"Your funeral?" Garrett chuckled. He turned to face us. He looked tired. His skin was gray. His eyes were manic. "In time for the awakening," Garrett said. He stepped aside. Behind him the laser had cut a hole in the floor. And rising from the hole was a sarcophagus. It was not Egyptian. It was made of black meteorite iron. It was covered in runes that hurt my eyes to look at. "What is that?" Kael asked. His wolf was whining in his head. The fear was palpable.

Inside, the walls were adorned with hundreds of small, protected niches, each containing memorials to pack members who had passed before us. Some contained ceremonial urns, others personal belongings, all sacred to the memory of those gone. I led Aurora to the newest niche, placed in a prominent position as befitted the son of the Alpha Heir. The small space contained two intricately carved silver protection amulets with ancient pack runes – identical to those Grace Winters had crafted months ago. Beside them rested a smooth, polished moonstone box.

He shook his head, but I ignored him and shook off his hand. "This thing wants to be free. This person is suffering, even though he has long since turned into dust." I explained to him, going back to pulling out the urn. The closer my fingers got to the silver-colored metal, the more my skin tingled. It wasn't magic, at least not the kind that Esther practiced. It was pure and innocent but also susceptible to all sorts of evil. My index finger touched the metal, and my heart felt relieved as if I had regained something I had long lost. I grabbed the urn, pulled it out of the crate, and lifted it to look at it. I cried again when I saw the engraving of the name of the person whose ashes were

‘Well, maybe just a little help would be nice,’ I say, laughing. Taipan opens the door, and Boomslang follows me upstairs. The urns are clunking around in the box. ‘Breakables?’ He asks. I frown. ‘My parents, actually.’ He gives me a quizzical look, and I throw my bags on the bed and take the box from him. ‘My parents were cremated recently, and their ashes are in the urns in the box,’ I explain. ‘I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—’

He raised an eyebrow and said, "This treasure room was created by our former true immortal. It is a divine treasure comparable to that of a protective divine weapon." "You don't see stuff like this very often," Severin nodded with a smile. He glanced at the materials used to build the treasure room and found that it was made with metal Uru—one of the ten divine metals, Lumigold—a divine gold, and several other treasures. Engraved in it were formations that he could not recognize, and forcibly opening the door might accidentally trigger its self-destruct mechanism.

He quickly pulled out an earth-colored urn from a box, which was stained with dirt. The urn looked plain and ordinary. It was nothing more than a typical clay pot. However, some faint carvings could be seen on its surface. Unfortunately, a corner of the urn was chipped off. Connor looked at the urn in Monki’s hand and said, "If this thing was intact, we could've sold it for tens of thousands. Too bad it's damaged. But it's perfect for setting up that kid." With that, Monki and Connor grabbed the urn, joining Jaegar in chasing after Sebastian ahead.

And as to the shrines, he thought of an unusual one with breathtakingly elegant life-size tombs of divinities and deities. These shrines were made of valuable metals and heavily encrusted with diamonds, sapphires, and gold. Being an immortal, he could not allow these decorations of idol glorification to prevail. He had the treasures carefully peeled off and the metals melted and melted into bars. And of course, he had to take the whole lot back with him to his secret headquarters for safekeeping.