Spell Burial Novels & Stories

When my parents passed away, I built an ice temple for them that was full of iron. Human folklore told legends of my people being affected by garlic and silver, but that information was incorrect. When iron spores were released into the air, they dissolved our bodies. It took years, but eventually it left no evidence of our existence. And this icy mausoleum that I had painstakingly carved by hand was the only place fitting to lay the love of my life to rest. In the middle of the large room was a single marble slab, which was covered with a transparent lid.

“Dales un entierro digno. (Give them a befitting burial.)” ___ To be continued ___

He finished with his plate and washed it in the bucket before returning it to Mary, who loaded it with her own breakfast and sat at the table beside him. Ellis smiled, and it felt strange on her face after everything that had happened. The space at her side felt empty without Nin's still, serene form. Logan noted the change in her expression and correctly guessed why. "You miss her." “I do,” she confirmed. She blinked back the tears. "Her funeral is on Surn tomorrow. We could attend if you would like." “I would like that,” Ellis said. “Will she be buried?” “No, her people sink their dead in the sea.”

I’m not doing it willingly. [Why aren’t you replying? It’s our marking ceremony tomorrow. It’ll be held in church. All the werewolves in the pack will attend it. Don’t be late.] On the day of Monica’s funeral, Sophia picked me up as promised. Bodyguards then escorted me as I left the pack I had lived in for more than twenty years. Meanwhile, Randy kept sending me messages. [Where are you, Emma? I’m already at the church entrance.] [Why does it look like a funeral?! This is my marking ceremony, the wedding my mother has been looking forward to!]

"But our Miss Whitmore was more than generous. Even after his death, she ensured he was given a proper burial. "I personally oversaw the burial," he continued, pointing toward the hills. "It’s in the back hills, not far from here. If you want, I can take you there right now." … At the back hills, Suzy indeed saw a freshly dug grave. The soil around it was still loose, suggesting it had been buried only a few days ago. "There it is," Maya said, pointing at the grave. "Since we didn’t know his name, we didn’t bother with a headstone. Do you want it opened? I can have someone do it for you. But let me warn you—disturbing a grave is considered a terrible omen here.

The process was marked by a solemn efficiency, driven by a desire to ensure that even in anonymity, Shirley's passing would be acknowledged with dignity. Shrouded in quietude, her body was tenderly laid to rest in a peaceful corner of the cemetery, a place where the sun's gentle rays filtered through the leaves in a soft, solemn dance. No speeches were given, no eulogies spoken. Yet, in the silence that accompanied her interment, an unspoken understanding seemed to linger—a recognition that even in the absence of personal connections, every life holds a story, and every story deserves a place of rest.

Zuriel spoke, his voice heavy with grief, "I already know, Alpha Axel. I received the news earlier today." "I'm so sorry for your loss, Mr. Zuriel. Brandon was a valued member of our pack," Axel said, trying to offer some comfort. "I appreciate your kind words, Alpha Axel. I have one request though. I would like for Brandon to be buried in the royal cemetery. It's where he belongs," Mr. Zuriel said, his voice firm. "Of course, Mr. Zuriel. We will make sure that Brandon is laid to rest in the royal cemetery," Axel promised.

His burial was conducted on the 7th day after his death, before he died, he had requested to be buried close to Thea's mother. That was the first time that Thea would see her mother's thomb. All these years she had been angry at her father because he claimed to have thrown her mother's dead body away because she died from a communicable disease and they didn't want it spreading around the soil. Instead, he had build and secured a secret room where she would be buried. This gave Theadora more reasons to cry for having misunderstood her father for so many years. She wished he had explained to her so she would seek his forgiveness.

They sat together, seeking solace and support in each other during this difficult time. As they began the conversation, Elena's mother spoke with a gentle tone, addressing the importance of honoring their father's wishes. "It's best that we make the necessary arrangements and bury him on time, as he would have wanted. Your father always emphasized the significance of timely burials, ensuring that the departed souls find peace and their loved ones can begin the healing process."

A knock at the door interrupted our reminiscing. One of the compound guards stood in the hallway, his expression carefully neutral. "Miss Graves, I've been sent to inform you of the burial arrangements." My stomach dropped. Already? "When?" "Within the hour. Pack law requires immediate interment for... for those of tainted blood status." He wouldn't meet my eyes. "The ceremony will take place in the Lowlands burial ground. Attendance is restricted to tainted blood only." Not even in death would my mother be treated with basic dignity. Buried quickly and quietly in the segregated section of pack territory, attended only by the people the high-bloods deemed unworthy of mixing with.