Spell Burial Novels & Stories

Inwardly, he's hoping she's ready for tomorrow, and the upcoming saga. -- [Daybreak] The burial is scheduled to hold this morning, and by 10am, the compound is already so full, even more than yesterday. His grave was dug at a secluded area at the back of the compound, and the place is already filled up. Klara is wearing white again, and a delicate net veil from her cap is covering her face like she's in a wedding. Igor, Sin and Trixie stood on the other side of the grave, and Igor looks like he lost a lot of weight cos his black suit is barely hanging on his body.

1826 was the year that was listed as the oldest. Gwen made her way to the location of her mother's grave with great care as she went between the headstones. Cremation was the more common form of final disposition among werewolves. However, her mother had expressed a desire for a Christian burial, and despite the fact that there was not going to be a church service, the minister from the Methodist church in Jackson had consented to preside over the graveside service.

Aurora walked with them between Ian and Asher, their arms brushing against hers, silent comfort in every step. Guests slowly began rising and following, leaving the pews in respectful silence. The burial site was a short walk behind the church, a beautiful stretch of green surrounded by aged oak trees and white stone markers. The Skylar family walked in silence, surrounded by a crowd of mourners. At the very center, a marble headstone waited. Eleanor Skylar’s grave, lovingly maintained, surrounded by soft white roses. Beside it, a freshly dug space. The casket was lowered gently into the earth. The guests, one by one, walked past, dropping petals, prayer cards, or gently whispering goodbyes.

After the SAT results come out, the girl everyone knows as the school's scholarship case throws a lavish graduation party. That same night, I get a text alert saying my credit card has been maxed out. I go to confront her, but she's already in my boyfriend's arms, sobbing like she's the victim. "Just because I'm on financial aid, I'm not allowed to throw a party?" My boyfriend rushes to comfort her and turns on me instead. "Your family's loaded anyway. Spending a little on Lacey isn't going to kill you." Sure, my family has money, but I'm not a saint, and I don't see why I should be footing her bills. I refuse to back down. I call the police to make her pay me back, but my boyfriend re

Anny's gaze was fixed on the coffin as it was lowered into the fresh grave. They were finally burying her stepfather again, giving him the proper rest he had been denied when his first grave was desecrated. This time, her heart hurt in a way she hadn't anticipated. The finality of it, the cold reality that he was truly gone, pressed down on her chest like a physical weight.

The funeral was held on a Sunday, under a sky the color of ash. Isabella stood at the edge of the gravesite, Sebastian beside her, Lucas and Lily in her arms. The Thorn family plot was too large, she thought, for a family that had been so small. Headstones stretched across the hillside, names she didn't recognize, dates that blurred together. Alexander's casket was lowered into the ground, and the priest spoke words that Isabella barely heard. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.

“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.