Spell Burial Novels & Stories

As I silently rehearsed what I might say, how I could finally leave a better impression, doubt gnawed at me. The car slowed to a stop in the driveway. John stepped out first, then quickly moved to my side, opening the door and extending his hand to help me out. The staff wasted no time unloading our luggage from the trunk as we walked through the stone-paved walkway toward the house. John’s grip on my hand tightened—a silent reassurance. It’s going to be okay. Inside, the house was filled with people. A sea of black attire, murmured condolences, and solemn faces. They had all come to pay their respects.

He wanted to drive to the cemetery right now and dig until he knew for certain. Instead he stood there gripping the counter, breathing. His wife slept peacefully in the next room. The woman who had given him the first real peace he'd ever known. The same woman who might have emptied his brother's grave. Jose looked at his own reflection and felt something ugly shift in his chest. Part of him didn't care. Part of him just wanted to keep the life he'd built no matter what crawled out from under it. He deleted the messages. Then emptied the trash folder too.

The funeral was held on a Sunday, under a sky the color of ash. Isabella stood at the edge of the gravesite, Sebastian beside her, Lucas and Lily in her arms. The Thorn family plot was too large, she thought, for a family that had been so small. Headstones stretched across the hillside, names she didn't recognize, dates that blurred together. Alexander's casket was lowered into the ground, and the priest spoke words that Isabella barely heard. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

What should I do now? "What happens now?" He asked no one in particular. "The burial will be tomorrow we don't want to waste any time at all. Arcus himself when he was alive always commented how when he died he does want a big burial, but a little ceremony. That is exactly what we're going to do tomorrow." The same man answered. He continued, "you can go home Aelfric, take the day off. The burial tomorrow will be held the citadel's community cemetery." "Aelfric do as the Squire says. " Mrs Shiba said." Don't think too much about it my boy. It has happened and there is nothing we can do to revise it."

I guess now, Selene could finally understand what it felt like when Lucian left me to stay with her during my final days. How ironic. … My funeral was held at one of the most exclusive funeral homes in Manhattan. I had made it clear to Milo that I didn’t want anything too grand. I didn’t want a crowd of people coming just to pay their respects. I asked for simplicity — just some close friends and family would have been perfect. I followed Milo into my own funeral. White lilies adorned the entrance, and from where I stood, I could see my parents inside, crying in front of my photo. My friends were there too, their faces a mix of grief and disbelief.

" ...... He cried and shouted, pouring out his feelings in a way so raw and emotional that anyone watching would have been moved to tears. But was he an idiot? I was already dead, my body starting to rot, and he thought a few words could bring me back? I was not bothered by it anymore. He treated me like nothing when I was alive, and now, he wanted to act heartbroken at my grave? Whoever wanted him could have him. I was done. He stayed at my grave for half a day before heading back, making arrangements to move my remains to a burial site in Central High. He said he wanted me to be laid to rest in peace there. If I weren’t just a wandering spirit, I would have slapped him. Wasn’t I already re

The rest of the tombstones got lit one after the other, a blue flame atop each grave. It was almost as if the stars descended to the ground. Ophelia watched closely, she has only ever heard about burials and the flames of resurrection. The flame of resurrection is meant to lead the deceased to the afterlife. A myth or a fact, it didn’t matter to Ophelia. As long as it gave her the hope that her family ought to reach the other side safely - no matter where the other side is. The Moonglade’s knights were lined up behind the Alpha, their legs shoulder-width apart standing in attention in respect for the funeral.

Thinking of her late grandparents, Arabella felt a wave of sadness. She paused for a moment and then continued listening to Professor Graham describe the location. He explained that this was the tomb of an ancient lord. Lavish funerals were a common custom at the time, as people believed the afterlife was as real as the present life. The tomb was filled with rich burial items, invaluable for research. Several top archaeologists and excavators were invited for this excavation.

"She dies in my house, fine. However, she scared Linda and ruined the welcome party I prepared for my mom. This is just bad luck all around." Looking at his righteous expression, I almost laughed out loud. I pointed straight at the white sheet and said, slowly and clearly, "Nash, I'm warning you one last time. Go lift that sheet yourself and see who's really dead." His brows twisted into a tight knot. "Isn't it just your poor excuse of a mother? What's there to see?” "My eyes are meant for important things. I'm not about to ruin them by looking at garbage like that." His younger sister, Shirley Smith, immediately jumped in, her voice sharp and mocking.

"If we kill the servers now, we don't get the money back. We also trigger a unilateral termination clause with the platform." "That violation penalty? Another five million, minimum." Jason's eyes rolled back. He passed out cold.