Necklace Urns For Human Ashes Novels & Stories

There was no way she'd go through the trouble of setting it up like that. Still, it was all so... extra. Hayden had given me rings before he disappeared, and now another one had shown up in the urn. What was his deal with rings? Couldn't the guy just give a proper goodbye gift? "What's got you so worked up about the urn anyway?" Yara asked. "There was a ring in it," I muttered, half annoyed. "He made it feel like some twisted Valentine's Day gift." Yara snorted. "A ring in an urn? Only he could come up with something like that."

The greenhouse door groaned as Izora stepped back into the cold night. The air had shifted. Not just the weather, but inside her. The image of that beaten man, the blood, the cracked tiles… and most of all, the necklace. That same silver chain with the small obsidian pendant her uncle used to wear. Her sandals crunched lightly over gravel as she crossed the garden path, the dew on the grass soaking the hem of her nightdress. Thoughts collided in her head like crashing waves.

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.

I challenged, gritting my teeth in anger as I took a few steps away from him. He heaved a sigh, putting his hands in his pockets before pulling out a necklace that had a green see-through love pendant. He took a few steps towards me, covering the space between us until his lips almost met my forehead. “I came to give you this,” he paused, revealing the beautiful necklace to me. I scoffed in refusal. There was no way he would buy my forgiveness with a fucking necklace. “I don't want to go into details, but I filled it with your parents’ ashes. I know what it means to you. There are no sand particles, just a bit of the ashes I could lay my hands on so you won't feel alone anymore.”

He didn’t have to suffer anymore, and now she had nothing left to hold her here. She bought a small but beautiful plot of land and built a cenotaph for him, afraid Nick might suspect something or that her brother’s spirit would have nowhere to rest. She spent a full day and night sitting by the grave, holding the urn in her arms, talking softly about their childhood and all the things she had never said. When dawn came, Lisa left the cemetery with the urn in her arms. Back at the house, she heard muffled, breathless sounds from inside. Her hand froze on the doorknob. After a few seconds, she entered the code and walked in.

Alfred's expression shifted into worry, knowing what this meant for him, and he kept his silence, watching Zane walk over to the leather brown couch, and flop onto it. Then Zane's gaze softened when his sight rested on James, a man with jet black hair that had been cut short and styled neatly, and then his face fell at the sight of the stunning gold urn on the glass table. “That’s her… my mother?” Zane 's voice cracked at the end, but he tried to keep it steady by gripping his hands together tightly. “Right? That's her ashes in there?” “Yes,” James said with a weak smile. “Also, my condolences for your loss.”

she added. “Wow.” We all turned to Kailin. “I saw Katzius’ dagger and it blew me away. Right now, I don’t know what to say. There are a lot of things we still don’t know,” Kailin said. Zarah brought up the shape of an urn wrapped in a designer scarf. “What’s that?” I asked. “Is that what I think it is?” “Yes. Ashes of witches.” “Whoa!” Dane and Ryden stood up in unison, stepping back, away from Zarah.

And after this, he would find Cylo, so he could give him the necklace as a token of his love. Max smiled. “Nathan and I have confirmed it. It's real, so you have to get it, Jeff.” “Of course, I'll give it to Cylo after this.” Jeff couldn't wait to tie up the hitman with his late mother's necklace. Then the host returned to introduce other items to be auctioned off that night. There were several sculptures and other ancient artifacts that had existed for thousands of years; paintings by very famous artists from the colonial era; very rare gems; and even rare animal corpses that were still in fairly good condition.

“When I left you lying in Ronald’s ashes, I thought you’d finally go keep him company.” “Kill her,” Miranda whispered. “She doesn’t deserve to breathe your brother’s name.” “You threw away Ronald’s ashes?” I looked up sharply, catching the blue ceramic shards stuck to her heels— The remains of his urn. Penny smirked. “Not just tossed them—I had an Omega bury them with dog shit. That useless heart of his should’ve gone to a mutt anyway.” I yanked her hair backward. “You venomous bitch! Killing him wasn’t enough, you had to desecrate his ashes?!”

I walk around the front of the SUV, open her door, and take the bouquets, holding them carefully as she steps out. “Thank you,” she whispers. “You lead the way. I’ll be right beside you the entire time.” She nods and we begin walking down the stone path that winds through the cemetery. Marble angels watch us from above, and weathered statues—cracked by time but dignified—stand over the quiet resting places. The right wing of the cemetery is more ornate, dotted with fountains, elaborate headstones, and tokens left behind by loved ones who still visit. We stop in front of two matching tombstones. One holds a pearl necklace sealed inside a crystal casing; the other displays a pair of linked eng