Spell Burial Novels & Stories

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.

The sound of mournful dirges filled the air, as the kingdom paid their final respects to their departed queen. At the burial site, a beautiful marble mausoleum stood tall, ready to embrace the queen's eternal rest. The sun cast a soft, melancholic glow upon the gathering as the casket was lowered into the ground. King Alaric, his voice trembling with sorrow, spoke heartfelt words of farewell, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions.

Diving deeper, she found wild speculations: accusations of her teaching ominous makeup techniques, baseless theories of dark spells, and even doctored chats where she supposedly asked fans for their birth dates. Helma sighed, debating internally if she should intervene. Refresh. A new headline post caught her eye. From Cole? Helma's eyes widened. Cole's post read: [Mortician: A solitary, yet noble calling.] Images and details highlighting the profession's gravity and purpose accompanied his words. [The intention of morticians? To bestow the departed with final grace, allowing families to remember them as they once were, especially those who met untimely, tragic ends.] Helma's lips quirked up

It was something i never expect to see. "Celebration of life, you left us too soon, you shall forever remain in our heart, Max. There was a picture of her attached to the post. My mind went blank, my heart sunk, my hands were shaking. I could not believe what i was reading. It had to be a joke. There was a date and venue attached to the post. The Burial was taking place tomorrow. I had to see for myself if it was true or not. I leaned back against the leather seat, the city lights blurring past the tinted glass. For years, i had buried the past beneath layers of success and sophistication. But now, with one news, the foundations trembled.

The cold of the day had subsided, and a warm breeze blew. The couple strolled hand in hand in the yard. Lance told Adelaide, "Sidney was buried on Spine Mountain in the Blue Ridge State, with a Luna's funeral ceremony. In death, she finally received the dignity she deserved as a Luna." Due to the freezing rain disaster, neither Adelaide nor Lance attended Sidney's funeral; they sent Caldwell in their place. Adelaide said with a heavy heart, "It's all just a show for others." Lance tightened his grip on her hand and said softly, "Don't be sad. At least you were there for her at the end."

Everyone was talking at once. “....Private ceremony would be safest, given the circumstances.” “...but the shareholders will expect some kind of public acknowledgment.” “...what about a state assisted security team? We can’t risk anyone showing up with cameras.” “...have we confirmed a burial site?” Luca raised a hand. Silence fell. “He will be buried at the family chapel in Ravello,” he said quietly. “No press. Only family.” A few exchanged glances. One brave voice ventured, “But the optics, sir...”

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

"Oh, right. I forgot you are not aware of all this. Nebulosi people bury their dead on the same day they pass so that they will receive the favor of the Creator without delay." "That's...weird," Nerina said, still mimicking Naomi's mannerisms. Daegal chuckled and kissed the back of her hands. "I will be back soon. The burial will take place in the evening." Then he turned and marched out of the room with his hands fisted at his sides. Nerina slumped down onto a chair, crossed her legs, and closed her eyes. But just then, her eyes flew open as she remembered her promise to see Nezetta first thing that morning.