Necklace Urns For Human Ashes Novels & Stories

he said softly and I eyed him coldly. "Don't play cupid Boris, I'm beginning to think that I'm doomed in the true mate circus, considering my past I think I'm better off alone," I growled softly and told him to join me in the crypt to take his father's ashes. We both set them by Lennex and my pup. "Geezus I'm starting a collection, this is pathetic," I growled angrily and removed the necklace Mystrel had given me and it broke open showing it contained human teeth. I dropped it to the ground and gagged.

Until now, she'd always managed to keep it. The next three days blurred together. Phone calls. Casseroles she couldn't eat. Relatives who hugged her too tightly and said things like he's in a better place now as if that helped. At the funeral home, a director with a soft voice and a practiced smile guided her through a binder of caskets, starting, of course, with the most expensive ones. "This one is very popular," he said, pointing to a mahogany model with brass fittings. "Solid, dignified. Many families feel it honors the loved one properly."

His shoulders rose and fell with every breath, his rage simmering like a furnace just waiting to spill over. “Anything else come in?” he asked. Niko tapped the keyboard. “Not a message. But something worse.” My stomach dropped. “Worse than that?” He clicked another image open. My blood iced. It was the necklace—the same symbol on the iron key, the same symbol on the pendant L had just left at our gate. But this wasn’t the necklace from the box. This one was older. Darker. Stained. The photo showed it lying on stone, surrounded by ash. Like it had been placed at the heart of something burning.

“Good evening, Mrs Vandal. What a great gala you've organized. The decorations are lovely. You’ve outdone yourself.” Marcela’s eyes flash at my comment but her smile doesn’t quite reach them. “Why thank you, dear. You look lovely tonight, as usual. The dress does wonders for your…figure,” she says, letting her gaze travel up and down my body. My own smile tightens but I keep my expression neutral. I let my eyes dance around the hall until I catch sight of a set of beautiful urns. The urns are a pair, glazed with a deep red and decorated with intricately carved designs of flowers and leaves.

She held up an umbrella and covered Rigoberto's head. The urn is very small, made of white jade, and has been sealed in the tomb for years, already losing its luster. Rigoberto held the urn with ashes, feeling somewhat complicated, not exactly sad. After all, this child had just arrived in the world and died prematurely. He didn't even have a chance to see him, so there wasn't much emotional attachment.

They wanted to take the pendant out of his urn as well. Waltz had helped Alex dye his hair in the morning. His gray hair was just too eye-catching if he were to go out. After a good night’s rest and newly dyed hair, Alex didn’t look like he aged as horribly as before. At 10:30 in the morning, they rushed off to City South Cemetery and dug up William’s urn. When they opened the urn, there was indeed a pendant lying inside. An odd-looking animal could be seen deeply carved on the surface of the jade. It looked like a bird, yet it looked like a fish as well.

My own mates—I kept calling them that in my head—included. In silence, we paid homage to those whose souls had journeyed to the Underworld, or the afterlife, or wherever they went. I already missed Samuel. His death rattled me to the core. There was no knowing how much time each of us had here on earth. At any moment, it could be taken away. The time we had with each other was precious. I wished I could have told Samuel how much I appreciated him. It's too late now. But I hoped my silent words of gratitude reached his ghostly ears wherever he was. The flames cremated their bodies and left behind their ashes encased in obsidian-like rock urns. The glassy, reflective black stones were collecte

"As the waters nourish us, so now will her mortal remains nourish the sea. The circle is complete." They picked up the body and carried it to a little boat that sat on the sand by the shore. It was another task shared among all of them, passing the bier from hand to hand down to the shore, where they all gathered again at the waterline. They laid her gently inside and came forward, one at a time, to lay small gifts into the boat with her: a flower, a scroll, a photograph. One of them laid in Nin's hand a necklace made of a seashell strung on a black cord. She closed her eyes for a moment, her head hanging in grief or prayer before stepping back with the rest of the group.

Considering the unknown dangers of the war zone I was heading to, I decided to bury my grandmother in a cemetery on Long Island. I bought a sterling silver cremation pendant and placed a lock of Grandma's silver hair along with a small amount of her ashes inside, wearing it close to my heart. The rest of her ashes were laid to rest underground. I knelt before the damp tombstone, clutching the pendant tightly in my palm. The cold metal pressed painfully against my skin. "Grandma, rest easy. I will take your love with me and do something truly meaningful."

Holding firm to her belief that as long as she did not feel awkward, it would not directly affect her, Camellia quickly averted her gaze and focused on the burial artifacts before her. The most striking piece was a tall greenish-white porcelain soul jar that was over three feet tall. Its top featured a crane, the neck encircled by a coiled cloud dragon, with twelve figurines standing below the dragon. Camellia's eyes lit up with excitement, convinced that this trip was more than worth it.