Necklace Urns For Human Ashes Novels & Stories

“It’s going to be difficult, darling. You know how much I want to gut the bastard.” “Promise me.” she insists, her voice unwavering. He let out a long sigh. His composure cracks and his shoulders droop slightly. “Fine. I promise.” Selene nods, relief washing over her features. “Thank you,” He waves it off. His eyes cut to her necklace. “If anything happens to me, will you put my ashes in there?” She touches the necklace, her eyes flashing with uncertainty. “it’s for family only.” “You mean her?”

She asks nicely. He shook his head. “It’s not… This necklace... Its... It's a memorial pendant," he said stammeringly. He paused then gulped slowly. "It’s made with Bridget’s ashes so that you could carry her anywhere. I saw you the day of the cremation and I felt that it was unfair that the Millers didn’t want you to have or even see your daughters' ashes." He explains. Upon hearing Ashton’s words, Hannah began tearing up. Shortly, she moved close to him to let him put the necklace around her neck.

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

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.

The flickering firelight cast shadows on our faces, as if it were burning through our very souls. I remembered Neil Black’s fondness for flowers and plants. He would spend hours tending to them at Maria's home, often talking to them as if they were old friends. That serene and harmonious scene was still vivid in my mind. Now, the crematorium felt so desolate, a stark contrast to the warmth and tranquility he once embodied. Upon hearing that there was a nearby garden offering floral burials, we decided to take Neil’s ashes there. The garden was lush and beautiful, as if the flowers he once cherished were greeting us. We carefully scattered the ashes among the flowerbeds, completing the reviva

he countered. It was a stark sight; there, upon a small altar, the final send-off for Julian had been prepared. There was no casket, only a silver urn which Ricard claimed held Julian’s ashes, surrounded by wreaths of white lilies whose fragrance filled the air with a scent of death—sweet, yet sickening to Jennifer.

Caleb led the remaining lycanthropes and they built six resting place made of thick roots and leaves, each of them for Layla, Cade, Annabelle, the hybrid wolf Riftan and finally, Henrietta. An item representing each of the departed was dropped on each of the makeshift tombs. A purple scarf for Annabelle, a herbal tree root for Henrietta, a black robe for Riftan, a silver coloured fur for Cade, and finally, Riven dropped a diamond necklace on Layla's tomb. It was the necklace he had given her on the day he proclaimed to everyone that she was his mate. He carefully laid the necklace on the tomb and stepped back. And right before the tomb, the lycanthropes gave their last respects to their lost

His way of letting me know he’s got my back. Letting out a sigh, I looked in King Chaos’ direction only to find him already looking at me. I gave him a nod to signify my readiness. His response was a curt nod before his voice thundered across the backyard. The regal looking men and women relocated to the centre of the backyard and it was then that I noticed the black and gold urn they clutched between them on a wide platter. Something about that urn called out to me and I knew subconsciously that it contained my dead mate’s ashes. I took everything in me not to rush forward and grab it but I resisted.

Rosalyn replied. “That is true…I have some work to do as well,” I said but made no move to stand up. I needed Leo to sleep. A functioning Delta is better for the pack. The fire finally dies down and the ashes are gathered into a decorative urn, matching the one on the table beside the fire. Hilda put the two urns in a basket and brought them to me. They will be buried in the same place in a location that Cain chooses. Smelling the ashes, Leo stirred awake. When he looked at the basket, his eyes started to water again.

There was indeed their blood flowing in Audrey's body, but she would rather not know that. "You see how arrogant Audrey is for being in a relationship with Nicky Wilson," Lidya said in exasperation. She looked around her messy house. Some of her favorite jars were also not spared by those damn bodyguards! Lidya picked up an urn that she could still save. Lidya loves and collects urns from various countries. One of them is this urn from Japan. But now the urn was lying shapelessly in the middle of the room, after being heartlessly slammed in front of herself.