Novel & Cerita Spell Burial

Because I’ve been away, I haven’t handled their burial arrangements which wasn’t supposed to be so. As shifters we believed in the natural order of things, from dust, to dust. A body was supposed to be buried as soon as possible, not left for days. It was also significant so the people who lost that person would start their healing process. Though not seeing the person’s corpse after it’s buried doesn’t really lessen the intensity of the grief, it was a start to moving on. “I can’t give you details on who the person is until I know more.” I simply said.

Hunter didn't want to say a word more to Elton, so he hung up abruptly. "Hmph!" A cold smile appeared on Elton's face. Mount Milia wouldn't just be Sebastian's burial spot. It would also be Hunter's final destination! There was a stone coffin placed at Elton's feet, and it contained a pale corpse. If one looked closely, one could see that the corpse appeared to be swollen from being soaked in water. Its fingernails were growing outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Let's go, Sera." She hummed, collected herself, and carried Andrea's urn with care as they left. Later, Elliott arranged a plot at a very reputable cemetery, and together, they spent the next two days ensuring Andrea's ashes were properly reburied. This cemetery was expensive—plots started at millions of dollars—and closely monitored. Ordinary people couldn't just wander in. After two long days, Seraphine was exhausted. She finished washing up, still in a foul mood, and collapsed onto the bed. Before she knew it, she was fast asleep.

CONRAD The burial was concluded, with loud voices of people sobbing and hushed whispers filling the place. It was a private burial done in one of their large estates. After the burial, mourners gathered around to console Mr and Mrs Hughes. Most of them offered sweet words as consolation, others bowing and leaving. They could never know which of them had the real emotions. They were all the same. Consolation, patting on the shoulder or hugging, then they leave to carry on with their lives.

"I didn't see him when I took the soil." "Okay, it's okay. How about you bury him so that your heart can rest easily?" I said while giving him a small shovel. "Dig a small hole for him, bury him and mark his grave with a stone or anything that you can remember. You can also pray or sing for him." Shery nodded and took the shovel from my hand. I guided her to do the burial ceremony for the poor snail and David smiled proudly at us. "Where's Shane?" David asked while Shery was marking the snail's grave. "Why isn't he with you?"

My heart froze like it was being leveled six feet with her corpse. Her corpse… If for anything, those fuckers should be buried alive next to her grave, just so they could see the damage they caused before they die. Very soon. Very, very soon. Hard muscles in a neat black tuxedo, pants to match, and a dark shade for camouflage, I took the shovel and scooped sand on her grave. It was a private funeral, with barely all of my extended relatives in attendance. Loud cry and gentle sobs became the order of the day as her grave was been filled up.

His jaw clenched as he adjusted the collar of his black shirt, hands moving stiffly, as if every button tightened the noose around his throat. My fingers slid into his, and he clutched me like an anchor. Neither of us spoke. There were no words that could soften what was coming. We descended the stairs together, steps perfectly in sync, the cars were waiting and we stepped in and drove silently to the cemetery. Just like Brad’s burial this was a quiet family only gathering. One Luna Edgar would appreciate rather than the elaborate celebration happening at the pack house. At the center, the burial mound rose, decorated with silver lilies and obsidian stones. Nathan’s grip tightened until my k

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “They lied about burying the bodies,” I said coldly. “Only when they were about to be severely punished did they confess. The bodies were never buried.” I clenched my fists. “These nobles are a tumor. And tumors need to be removed before they destroy everything.” We moved toward the cemetery in silence. The ground there was damp, the scent of earth thick in the air. Caleb joined the other specialists who had arrived to perform the autopsy. They worked efficiently and professionally, while the rest of us stood back, waiting.

A frown that draws through their chin and waters their eyes as the words of Laurel Brown escapes through speakers placed beside neighboring tombs. A roughly dug hole stood by her left-hand side. In front of it was a coffin, a brown coffin with a gold line crossing the center. Laurel keeps her eyes on the coffin and then the people. Today's sadness is irreversible unlike the one of twelve years ago. Today's sadness is the burial of Sophie Brown.

Everyone was in a sad state as they heard that their principal is not alive anymore. He will be buried today in the evening. It will take place at the public cemetery,if you wish to attend the burial, you are allowed to but make sure you have the permission of your parents. Mira's POV. Today is a sad day for me,I almost got killed by the frog woman in the morning, now my dearest principal is dead. After letting my parents know about it,we all went together to the burial in the evening. The principal was given a simple burial which all the students and the staff of starlight high school attended ,even some of the parents of the students were present there.