Spell Burial Novels & Stories

“We’re still standing. And we’re not going to make it easy for them to try again.” Caine nodded slightly, then continued. “The burial will be held before sunset. All of you should be there.” He didn’t invite more questions. He stepped back. The moment they were off the platform, the noise behind them picked up again. Griffin walked beside him, close enough to speak without being overheard. “You kept it tight,” he said. Caine didn’t look at him. “I couldn't give them a chance to suspect anything.” By afternoon, the atmosphere of the pack had changed. There was less noise. People moved around. Everyone was talking, just quieter now. The burial ground was prepared by the time the sun started dr

“Just a few signatures—” She took the clipboard, signed where indicated and handed it back. “Where will he be buried?” she asked. “At the public cemetery,” McGrath answered quickly. “Its a standard procedure.” Billie nodded and turned away. Outside, the afternoon light felt too bright after the dim viewing room. She walked ahead of us toward the parking lot, shoulders straighter now, chin lifted. I watched her go. I couldn’t help but admire the way she carried herself now. Leon fell into step beside me.

"D-Did you figure it out?" The man who was always dominant in the workplace struggled to speak those words. I nodded, only to realize he couldn't see me. Yet I remained silent. I no longer had the courage to speak. After a long pause, I finally asked, "W-Where is Sebastian buried?" Sethian's voice was still rough when he answered, "At Guthram Cemetery." I immediately searched for it on my phone. Guthram Cemetery was a small, not-so-well-known cemetery located on the outskirts of the city. It was serene and beautifully maintained, and the grounds were cleaned daily.

Scarlett whispered back as she pushed her to their row just in time for the start of the funeral service. Father Jensen kept it simple, with a brief sermon and an equally short list of speakers, none of whom had any horrible things to say about Carol. At 9:30 AM, the funeral procession moved to Sea Point Cemetery for the burial. Austin stayed in the car with the boys, reasoning they were too young to understand anything, while Marybeth took Adeline to the grave site. She expected Adeline to break down at the sight of the casket being lowered to the ground. But, the little girl showed very little emotion as she threw a handful of freshly dug soil and a white rose in the grave in a final goodb

priest Grayson said. As Sarah put sand on her late husband’s coffin, she cried bitterly that Alfred had to take her away from the scene. What a love Sarah had for Gilbert! “Now that the rites have been done, the coffins can now be interred. Before you leave this scene, I want to give you food for the thought: where will you spend your eternity? You should be able to proffer an answer to this question,” priest Grayson said. The coffins were interred and the bereaved families and others left the cemetery for their homes. After Gilbert’s grave had been concreted, Sarah went to the cemetery alone one morning. Sarah held a perfumed flower and some beautiful whitish pebbles.

Make fifteen bodies to be buried tomorrow. Ombro ordered all its members to work, preparing for tomorrow's ceremony. They buried all the bodies, in one big hole…that way it would be easier. They will be lined up and buried together. Today, some grown men dug the ground at the edge of the camp.. a loose soil.. former of sugarcane bed. They cut down the sugar cane first, then they dug it five meters deep. Soon the tomb will be marked…and only their camp will recognize it.

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 spoke up before she could even open her mouth. "They're dead, Father. They're dead and it'll be wrong to attack them and not let them bury their dead. I know you wouldn't like if that happened to one of your men, and then because of the battle, you can't immediately bury them so they'd ascend to heaven on time." I didn't believe such, but that was the hunter's practice. They believed that a soul that wasn't given burial rites immediately after its death would spend a long time in purgatory before finding peace and heading to heaven. It was every hunter's fear and I could see the hunters lower their bows, just thinking about it bringing fear to them.

Matthias said carefully. I didn’t respond i just turned and walked out. It was three days already and we had to do the burial, the burial was quiet.The entire pack gathered all dressed in black with their heads bowed. The air felt heavy with grief and expectation i stood at the front wuth Conrad and Caleb beside me. Watching as they lowered her into the ground. The priest spoke words about strength and legacy.I didn’t hear most of it bear my mind was stuck on one thing the last thing she said.

I just chuckle every time he rubs my belly and nags me about it. I heard the bedroom door open and looked over to see Wyatt came back from seeing everything was done correctly. The funeral will be on the hill side to the North and the trial will be held to the East where they will also be burned. We don’t let their ashes or body decompose in the soil. Since we believe in the circle of life, bad blood doesn’t need to taint the soil. Instead, their ashes will be placed with the other traitors and stored in an underground vault. “Almost done?” Wyatt asked as he came up behind me and slide his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder. He hands rest on my belly as he slowly massages