Spell Burial Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, Ross’s lips trembled as he said, “So this is what the Death Judge meant when he said that they will disappear from the world forever.” “I told you, these people are definitely going to die,” Judy said as she continued to watch the live broadcast on the big screen. In the live broadcast room, Gardner, who had a broken face, suddenly got up and rushed to the front of the coffin. He used all his strength and ruthlessly kicked it. Bang! The crystal coffin did not move at all. In the Crystal Coffin, Kanasan’s corpse was separated from the thick lid of the coffin and seemed to be staring straight at him. There seemed to be a trace of mockery on her frozen face.

"Lina, I failed you." Meanwhile, Dad suddenly remembered the bouquet I had bought for Mom. He questioned the janitor, checked the logs, and searched through garbage trucks one by one. From sunrise to sunset, he kept looking, even getting mistaken for a scavenger and driven off three times. Finally, he found it. The lilies had long since turned yellow. They were crushed, wilted, and covered in mold—just like what had become of me. He took the flowers to Mom's grave, a place I had never been allowed to visit.

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.

"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

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 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.

He turns back forward, holding Sue's shoulder and patting it affectionately while she shakes subtly from crying. Her eyes red from all the crying and she seems to have lost a lot of weight as well. At the back of where they stood, stands Tara and Raya, carrying Ashley in her hands. The priest reads the Bible in his hands as is the normal procession. The caskets are slowly lowered into the two dug graves. "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust... Please put down sand for the family members first..." Jean goes first, crying, she grabs the shovel, scoops sand in it and throws it down. She passes the shovel to Sue who does the same and then Ford... And it continues like that until almost everyone throws

The burial site, nestled beneath the towering pines, held a significance that went beyond mere physicality. The funeral ceremony commenced, led by the pack's spiritual leader. Soft chants and solemn prayers filled the air, offering solace to everyone who mourned. The sound of mournful howls carried through the forest, a haunting tribute to a Luna who had left an indelible mark on their hearts.