Spell Burial Novels & Stories

"I am certain of the code. It is an internal Armenise family authorization, the same one that appears on every payroll sheet and every property deed and every transfer order I have translated since I arrived. The date is two years ago. The target is Lorenzo Armenise. The signatory is a single initial, and the only T in the family hierarchy with the authority to authorize a kill order is Don Tobia." She lifts the pail from the well wall and sets it on the ground at her feet. "The priest who buried my mother is still alive. He is old now, older than me, but he remembers what this family did to the people who worked the land before the Armenise name was on the deeds. He has been waiting for som

I coughed, "You wouldn't- happen to have a shovel with you, do you?" "I do- it's around here, somewhere..." "Alright, Maurice, mark the spot so you don't forget, I need you to dig me out," "Trust me, lady, Your grave is unique, it's not hard to miss," What did he mean? "Can you please elaborate on that," "Whoever buried you out here was in a rush, there is no headstone." I hear his heartbeat become faint, Why would need a headstone? I am not dead, someone is just playing a sick game with me.

RUBY. The burial site was somber, set at the back of the pack house, where a grave had already been dug. A simple wooden coffin lay at the center, surrounded by mourning pack members. Alpha Kael, Dawn, Carolina, and Beta Alvin stood at the forefront, each holding a pristine white bouquet that contrasted starkly with the dark earth. Clinton and I were right behind them, his right arm gently wrapped around my shoulders, offering me a surprising sense of comfort.

As she straightened up, she took care to see if it was placed steadily. The priest then directed them to cover the urn with a silver cloth, which was a sign of respect for the deceased and symbolized peace. From beginning to end, Penny quietly followed the instructions. Her tears had long since stopped flowing. However, as she placed the burial items one by one, her eyes grew hot. Ten minutes later, the priest asked her if he could seal the tomb. Penny took a deep breath, revealing a smile that looked worse than crying. “Seal it.”

He has finally made sense of the vapid description on Wikipedia. Because burial is more land-consuming than cremation, almost every foot of space is maximized. On their way to Lor, Nate was careful to avoid stepping on any gravestones, kicking any candles or trampling any flowers. It was like tightrope-walking though because some graves were on the footpaths themselves. A certain OC-ness was triggered in Ecto because there seemed to be no layout-planning whatsoever.

She held the urn close, shielding it from even the slightest bump. Carefully, she placed it on the table in the middle of the living room. Then she began checking over every detail needed for the burial. The funeral was set for tomorrow morning, and there was still much to do. Zedd arrived early to help. Not long after, Jack came too, bringing a few old classmates along. However, Seraphine's gaze stayed fixed on the urn, unmoving and quiet. Jack glanced at the table, pressed his lips together, then suddenly said, "Maybe this is for the best. He won't have to suffer over a love he could never have. And nothing is standing between us anymore."

“Really means a great deal to me. Also, I want you to start saving up for their funerals. Spare no expense there, too. Make it grand and meaningful, but not tacky.” “That’s heavy, but yeah, I hear ya. Consider it done. Should I get them stuff like coffins and graveyard plots in a nice part of town or something? Or should I get them like a full-on mausoleum?” “Yeah, add some secret passages and a treasure chest.” Both of them chuckled at her joke. They both needed to lighten up considerably. “Just a thought,” said Mack.

We could not see anything for a little while, but, then the light disappeared and with it, Mom, or her spirit or soul, and Dad’s soul left with hers. And right there on the field, Dad is lying peacefully, almost as if he is sleeping, but we know he is not sleeping, we both know that he is no longer breathing. Matt walks over to Dad and lifts him up gently, and together, we walk into the graveyard and lay him down in the grave. We don’t put our dead ones in a coffin so that the soul and spirit never get caught or stuck. When we are done, Matt hugs me and after staying a little we walk away and back to the packhouse.

she snarled at the guard. "Well, he thought wrong! I'm still alive, and that's his worst punishment. I'll go on to live as wonderfully as I can, while Juliette will remain mere bones on this earth! "He'll never be able to forget her or get a good night's sleep. I'll be an eternal reminder that she died in my place!" To that, all that Simon said was… nothing. That night, I watched him standing at the bathroom doorway, motionless for what felt like hours. He stepped inside, lay in the empty bathtub, and curled up like a baby—or, rather, like someone already dead.

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.