Spell Burial Novels & Stories

Her cheerful expression faltered, but she said, "It's okay. As long as Mr. James comes, I'm fine. I just want to spend my birthday with Mom and Mr. James." Naomi's heart went out to Celeste because of her understanding nature. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. She sent another message to James. But this time, he didn't reply. The time for Celeste's birthday party to start came and went, yet not a single one of her classmates showed up. Naomi glanced at her phone and saw that Sophia had updated her social media account. She had thrown an enrollment celebration for Liam and invited the entire class. The photos showed all the children and parents together, with James standing in

“How’re you holding up?” I glanced out the window again, watching Luna tackle Finn to the ground. “Trying,” I said quietly. “Well, don’t get too comfortable,” Lizbella said, her usual sharpness creeping back in. “The elders just announced there’s going to be a mass burial for Rachel and the others who died last night. They’re burning the bodies.” “What?” I nearly dropped the phone. “They’re what?” “You heard me.” She sighed. “They said it’s because of the vampire venom. Something about preventing contamination or… I don’t know. Honestly, Briar, the way they’re talking, you’d think the bodies were going to get up and start dancing.”

The morning sun cast a soft glow over the clearing where my father's final resting place lay. The air carried the scent of earth and pine, a solemn fragrance that marked the beginning of a new chapter. The burial ceremony unfolded, the pack members paying their respects with a mixture of sorrow and reverence.

Ivan continued, "Grandma's eyesight hasn't been good lately, and you're still quite weak. Let me take care of Stuart's burial arrangements." Wiping her tears, Yasmin choked out, "Ivo, Dad always said he wanted to return to the earth after he died. Since Mom loved flowers, he wanted to become the soil for them to grow." In other words, she wanted a natural burial to be arranged for Stuart. This type of burial involved placing the deceased's body in a decomposition chamber, where it would break down over 30 days and turn into soil. This soil could then be used to grow plants and flowers, allowing the deceased to merge with nature.

Layla’s burial* The family stood somberly in the cemetery, their white attire a stark contrast to the sorrow that shrouded their faces. They had gathered to bid a final farewell to Layla, their beloved daughter, sister, and friend. The priest's voice rose and fell in a mournful cadence, his words a poignant reminder of the fragility of life. Hazel's body shook with uncontrollable sobs, her tears falling like autumn rain upon the dry earth.

Makes the jon a little less messy. “Bury her.”

Soon, the llaughter in the room was instant and short-lived, killed by the force of Hades's command. Hades leaned forward, slamming his palm on the desk to regain control. "The burial. Charon, details. I want Gregory buried, cold in the ground, before the sun rises." "It's all set," Charon said, his professional mask firmly back in place. "The plot is secured upstate. Anonymous. No markers. But the transfer is key. We had to put the body somewhere discreet for processing before the final move. It’s currently at the Saint Agatha Mortuary. Completely secure. Isolated. We're moving it from there to the burial site now."

Shelly’s POV I stood quietly at the funeral under a large oak tree. Despite the sorrow, there was a special beauty reflecting Sabrina’s love for her parents. Sabrina chose a small, intimate ceremony, with only her closest friends and a few meaningful guards in attendance. Simple wooden chairs surrounded the site. In the center, a small pedestal held photos of Sabrina's parents, with white lilies adding a soft touch. The event was emotional, filled with grief, nostalgia, and shared memories. Sabrina spoke warmly of her parents, bringing smiles through tears. The music played softly, adding to the reflective mood.

The gate creaked and groaned with every light breeze, as if it was lamenting the neglect it had fallen into. I made my way through the rows of graves, feeling a chill run down my spine with each step. She was buried in the third row from the front, a small plaque marking her final resting place. It was the least my father could do, considering the scandal that surrounded my mother's death and his sudden remarriage. He didn't want to be seen as a bad person, so when I suggested publicly that she be buried in a decent part of the cemetery since we had no private plot, he quickly agreed.

“This is really weird, June – I’m here with you? But also…I’m also somewhere under a bunch of dirt in Moon Valley?” “The Royal Cemetery,” I whisper, naming the plot were our most honored dead are buried. “It’s right next to the palace. So Ariel could…visit.” “Well, at least it’s fancy dirt,” Anton sighs, lifting a hand to rub at his temples. “It’s better than if you were buried in my world,” Laila says, nodding and looking anxiously between us all. “We bury our dead at sea.” “Yes, your flesh probably wouldn’t have survived that,” Life says, tilting her head to the side, considering.