Novel & Cerita Where Was Technoblade Buried

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.

***CALEB*** “WHAT THE HELL!” I exclaimed in shock as I placed my coffee mug on my central table. I keenly kept my eyes on the TV, watching the news report; my brother's fiancee and my mate had been found dead and buried in a shallow grave back in the Woodcreek mountain at the borders of Woodthorn. Grrrrrr Grrrrr! Grrrrr grrrr!! My phone rang. I picked up the phone with my eyes still glued to the TV and placed it in my ear.

His body had been buried in a private plot in up-state New York, his death certified by three separate federal medical examiners. Julian slowly hung up the receiver, his dark eyes turning back to me, holding a cold, calculating focus that made my blood run like ice water. The masterpiece was complete, the vault was open, but the author of the lie was still writing the script from the dark.

James died in battle. Tragically, his friends and acquaintances in Wrymstead could not attend his funeral. James was buried in the deepest part of the universe, and everyone in Wyrmstead were unable to attend due to their lack of strength. Thus, they could not leave Earth to travel through the outer space. Despite that, Quincy arranged for a memorial to be set up in the backyard of Wrymstead’s Imperial Palace. One was erected in memory of James, and the other of Thea.

Dean said. “Sedate him?! Oh shit. He's been through so much already.” “Yeah. And who's fault is that?” Dean bristled. “Fine. But first, we hide the body.” The trek to Cooper's barn took a short time because I ran the whole way. I decided to bury him next to Old Bradley. It only seemed fitting. Dean and I had no words for each other as I dug. I made sure to dig really deep so no one would find the body. Although he was a rogue wolf hunter, I doubted anyone would be looking for him. Or would they?

I need to focus on proper burial for my mother and brother. "Of course." We returned to Lothan Industries to find the financial systems restored, Dmitri's hackers had released control after his death. Company operations resumed normally. Stock prices stabilized. Investors returned. The board sent formal apologies to Emily for doubting her leadership. Everything was returning to normal. Except normal no longer existed. Not after everything we'd survived. As I coordinated security for Catherine's reburial, my phone received an encrypted message from an unknown source: Blake Thompson. Well done eliminating Dmitri and Margaret. But they were just the visible

First, I was reincarnated in another body, next I narrowly escaped death again, only God knows what lies ahead. The time was 1 pm, but the sun was perhaps grieving a great fighter like Nikki to show up; it almost felt like the Earth was mourning Nikki's death. It cried thunder, and sobbed rain as we got to the venue for the burial. It was a big field where, according to Keto, dead werewolves from Orion's pack were buried. "Are you sure the burial will hold?" I asked, turning to face Keto in the car as the driver slowly parked in the field. "The rain is heavy."

Nero Pov No matter how much you want to bury a secret, it never stays hidden forever. But for Blake, I want this to stay buried just a bit longer as I stared at her teary eyes and then at her grandfather… but I knew that the end was near. From the moment I woke from my coma, called the University back, and found out that Mr. Blade was looking for her, and I dug into him, finding out that he was an Ultima, I could see the end of us, but I still wanted to believe that we could escape the beginning of the end... Our traveling was supposed to give us a new beginning, but now...

“But the man everyone’s still quoting like scripture the mind behind all of this he had a burial plot. Wexley Grove. It’s not what it seems.” “What is it, then?” “A vault. A failsafe. If this chip is what Ghost said it is, it won’t make sense without what’s buried with him.” “Buried with who?” “The man who created the tech everyone’s still trying to reverse-engineer,” Liam said. “The one who lit the match and The tunnel spit them out behind the crypt wall, into a stretch of wild woods. It was darker now, the moon lost behind storm clouds. Liam checked the area—quiet, for now.