Spell Burial Novels & Stories

"Take it to the lab and begin the autopsy." After that, he didn't spare me another glance. Jacob's intern was about to zip me into a body bag when he looked down and saw my face, disfigured by silver corrosion. His stomach churned, and he gagged. "Can't handle it already?" Jacob scowled. The intern clamped a hand over his mouth and bolted to the corner. He dry-heaved for what felt like forever before returning, his face ashen. "Dr. Rosen, it's not that I can't handle it. It's just… she died in such a horrible way… Like the killer despised her down to her bones."

The question spilled out sharper than I intended, my pulse quickening. He shook his head. "You don't need to worry about who. Just... hear me out." I swallowed hard, forcing myself to nod. "Okay. I'm listening." Gerald's expression turned serious. "The burial is set in six days. Yesterday made it exactly one week. It will be held at the Lupari wolf pack cemetery." His words hit me like a blade. Making it a little hard for me to breathe, my breath trembling as I clutched at the sheets. Chase... my little brother.

He coughed so much that he felt a dull pain in his lungs and leaned back on his bed, tired. The sun was setting, and as the light moved west, the evening made his thin face look even more sunken. His eyes looked dark and endless. "A sea burial is another way to say goodbye. No need to bury just a few clothes," he said, his voice rough. "But we should have a place to remember her during holidays and festivals. We can't let her wander out at sea, can we?" Ophite asked.

The people sent themselves glances and mumbled stuff under their breath. “Luckily my husband passed ownership to our son before he made a deal with death, and he will be the one to handle everything. Is that understood?” They nodded. “Good. Since we are over that. My husband’s burial will be holding today in thirty minutes at the company’s burial home. Gasps filled the air. The burial home was for workers who lost their lives but a whole CEO. It felt weird. “My mother and I chose that place because Father loved it deeply. He loved it like his child.” Chris chirped in and watched them nod their heads.

Everyone was talking at once. “....Private ceremony would be safest, given the circumstances.” “...but the shareholders will expect some kind of public acknowledgment.” “...what about a state assisted security team? We can’t risk anyone showing up with cameras.” “...have we confirmed a burial site?” Luca raised a hand. Silence fell. “He will be buried at the family chapel in Ravello,” he said quietly. “No press. Only family.” A few exchanged glances. One brave voice ventured, “But the optics, sir...”

"I think there's something suspicious about how Dad and the others died, Uncle Shawn. I mean, think about it—Dad was young and healthy, not to mention Mom and Draco. Is it possible that there was some foul presence at work, or perhaps a contagious plague? "I think we should forgo a traditional burial. I heard people from the big cities say that if it's a disease, burning the bodies cleanses everything," I said as I looked innocently toward Uncle Shawn, making sure my voice rang out across the entire funeral hall. Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately backed away, shoving and jostling each other as they packed into the courtyard with terror written all over their faces. They were absolutel

Rising from the Coffin Marcel's funeral was held secretly in the family’s private cemetery, a quiet place beneath the shade of an old oak tree. The atmosphere of grief was palpable, compounded by Morgan’s guilt that he had only rediscovered his brother at the very end of his life. Only Morgan, Alice (now able to walk slowly with a cane), and Bima were present. Alice stood tall, becoming Morgan’s anchor, supporting her husband from emotional collapse. Marcel's closed mahogany coffin was slowly lowered into the grave. Morgan closed his eyes, allowing the sorrow over his twin brother and his daughter to seep in. Bima, with teary eyes, began sprinkling a handful of earth onto the casket. “Peace

Sebastian offered, his voice warm as he inched closer, ready to be her rock. Caitlin shook her head, taking the handkerchief and returning it to him. “No, thanks.” Sebastian clutched the handkerchief, feeling a small surge of hope. She hadn’t rejected it—at least that meant she still needed him in her vulnerable moments. With the ashes buried, everyone bowed their heads in respect. The funeral concluded, and people began to leave. Caitlin and Sebastian were preparing to take Blake home when Sebastian received a message. “The fake gravedigger has been found!” he told Caitlin.

I shuffle to my feet. Three Ascended for each of the graves stands before the burial plots, holding a candle aloft each. “May your life have been but a moment in the Moon Goddess’ eternity of night. May your family feel the ache of your loss but not the sorrow of your absence. May your pack forever remember your name.” The crowd recites its final prayer as the Ascended blow out each of their candles, pouring wax onto the seals of the coffins. They are lowered into the ground as soft choral sounds begin to sound from the crowd.

I had to be there to deal with the matter. We held a secret funeral for the two, though it was not like the traditional human funeral that we hold. It was a tradition that perished mates would be laid side by side as they are surrounded by their friends and family. the Alpha says a few words. Granting them a peaceful passage to the heavens where they would be together in the afterlife with their ancestors. Then they would be carried by their loved ones to the ancient burial site deep in to forest, far away from the town where they could rest in peace.