Where Was Technoblade Buried Novels & Stories

"Because you were about to lock it in. Marry her. Make it permanent. I waited. I gave you time to see it yourself. You used every second to build your clean little life on top of his body and I just kept watching you do it." "If he's really gone," Jose started, "then why dig all this up now, why make me—" "He's not gone." Rainer's voice cracked on the last word like something breaking under too much weight. He looked away. Looked back. "I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it."

Blade said chuckling heavily. Bella stared down at him, after saying this heartbreaking story he still has some energy left to laugh. She waved her head, her mate passed through some heavy hell and even became unconscious, yet he survived. Right now, he wasn't just a mate to her, he was her role model. "And also, I decided to bury my father in his chambers. That was the perfect place to bury him, his chambers must have contained sweet and bitter memories for him." Blade said, staring down at her, he felt his heart which have been heavy instantly became light.

Adan said, and Blade nodded his head in agreement. Aldrin had already organized the area where Fabian’s body would be burned and had his men dig the soil where part of his ashes would be buried, just beside their parent’s grave. I smiled at Blade as I met his gaze. “We are taking Fabian home, Blade.” He nodded as he forced a smile. Lucius and Stone stood in front of us and laid out their hands for us to take. With my hand still clasped with my mate, I took Lucius’ hand as Blade held Adan.

News Headline: A Vlogger, Brutally Died in the City of Colambi July 9, 2025 By Frankenrich Almed Yesterday, a famous vlogger named Greg was last seen entering the City of Colambi. Later at four in the morning, a farmer from the neighborhood city saw his body at the entrance of Colambi with scratches in his abdomen, chopped legs, a hole in his chest with a missing heart, and lost eyeballs. I almost coughed up the coffee that I'm currently drinking because of the disgusting news. However, it caught my attention to read more. The killer must be a psycho! But Colambi? As far as I remember, that city was abandoned by people for ages with some inexplicable truths. Well, I just heard some gossip, n

Is that even healthy? I felt so bad for her. "How soon?" "A few weeks from now." I don't know if it was because she noticed that I was feeling bad but she suddenly looked calm, as if she wasn't the one that was about to break down in tears a few seconds ago. I nodded. "Where did you bury him? " "A couple miles past Dew Mountain, on a little hill." I had no idea where that was but I still nodded meaningfully. "How old was he?" I don't know why I even asked.

Tyr squinted and said, “I’m barely thirty years old, but I’ve been through so many things. “Well, why don’t you tell me who is buried in the tomb?” Katia suddenly sobered up. She spoke after a few seconds of silence. “It is the tomb of Blade Hero.”

Eventually, their lungs wouldn’t be able to move, and they would have suffocated to death. One of the technicians had been buried under the soil, but unluckily wasn’t killed outright. Everytime he breathed, the soil would fill in where his expanded chest was. Eventually, his lungs weren’t able to move at all. The tech suffocated to death alone, and in complete darkness. The command core had taken the least amount of damage as it was the most protected and armored. But even then, large cracks had appeared all over the walls, and the ceiling threatened to crumble at any moment. Handfuls of dirt fell through some of the cracks, but it held.

He turned around and walked away before more could be said or done; he wasn't in the mood or headspace for it. Back inside the church, he found his mother now at the gallery talking with some women from the church. He approached them. The coffin was set to leave for the burial ground in thirty minutes from now, after which the reception would take place in the mansion. Burke had no plans to go to the burial ground; his father wasn't in the coffin, so he saw no point to it. This was all just courtesy. Bartholomew had died in a crash, and his body unfortunately wasn't recovered; the craft exploded into a million pieces.

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.

“That bastard. I swear when we figure out who he is, I'll have so much fun drilling a hole through his spine.” I rolled back to my desk, heart pounding like a caged beast, and flipped open the encrypted tablet on my desk. The screen flickered to life, displaying the city map with layers of safehouses, tunnel systems, and red zones marked off. I pulled up the feed Jonah—or Marco—had given us. The Graveyard. A location buried under two blocks of condemned territory. A place supposedly wiped out in a fire ten years ago. Too forgotten. Too perfect. I zoomed in.