Where Was Technoblade Buried Novels & Stories

Tessa will not be buried because her body is missing. The last drop of soil covered the casket, hiding it from the earth’s surface forever. Only then did a sigh of relief escape me. Jeff nudged me. His eyes were heavy with unshed tears. “Let’s go now.”

came running back, slightly out of breath. Completely unaware of the situation, he reported loudly, almost proudly, "Mr. Smith! It's done! Just like you ordered, I dumped the old lady into the septic tank behind the hill. Fast and efficient!" Hearing that, the last thread of sanity in Nash's mind snapped. "What… what have I done…" He grabbed his head with both hands, collapsing like a wounded animal, crying out in despair. Watching him like that, I felt nothing. No sympathy. No pity.

It felt like releasing a weight I hadn’t realized I was carrying. “Okay… fine. I’ll do it.” “Great!” His smile lit up, and he reached for the wine. He poured us each a glass and lifted his. “To the expansion of the Adebayo empire,” he toasted. Our glasses clinked. “Liv,” he said, lowering his glass. “You grew up in New York. You probably know the company we’ll be partnering with.” “Oh?” I asked, warily. “Which company?” “Luther Pharmaceutical,” he said casually, sipping the last of his wine like he hadn’t just ripped open a wound I’d spent years trying to forget and failed at doing so.

“Yes. There was no way to know at the time she would become Luna of this pack. But Jennivah always said she was the best and brightest of her generation. If anyone was going to find something, it would have been her.” Lo still stared, open-mouthed. “So nobody knows what happened, then?” I shook my head, relieved and also exhausted from the emotions that had resurfaced in telling Lo what had plagued me. “We buried her in a ceremony a few days later. We held the ceremony here so everyone could attend, but my father and Jennivah went to bury her privately. She’s out at the temple next to Jamie.” “And you’ve never been?” Lo asked. I shook my head. The thought was too painful. And seeing my broth

I was three months along and had planned to tell Simon during the marking ceremony, but it seemed impossible now. Three nights ago, I died with my pup. The bathroom in that old estate had long been abandoned. Water, electricity—everything was cut off. When I was locked in, the faucet valve broke and started leaking water. At first, I tried to fix it, but the liquid burned my hands and began to rot my skin. That was when I realized that it wasn't normal water. It was mixed with silver nitrate. As an Omega, I didn't have the ability to self-heal. The silver ate through me faster than I could imagine. I pounded on the door, screaming for help.

He asked, but I was a whirlwind within. Tyler sighed, “Well. As you know, ever since she was expelled, no one has been able to reach out to her. All of a sudden a few weeks ago, we got the news via a source that claims to have know her ..” “Her burial is in two days..” he added, making goosebumps erupted on every part of my skin, as my hand almost slipoed on the coffee mug. Oh my goodness, what was I hearing? I can't be the Layde he was talking about…

Jordan Findley was buried in his hometown of Des Moines, Iowa, on a sunny June day before a crowd of thousands. The local papers read that he died in a small plane crash, but the LIGHTS team members all knew the truth. Such occurrences were so rare, Aaron couldn’t even think of another time a Hunter had purposely killed a Guardian. Accidents happened from time to time, but never something like this. Teams were organized to hunt down Skelton, but so far there hadn’t even been a sign of him, causing speculation that he had been killed as well.

She sighed as she tossed away a few credit cards and muttered, "What a waste… If I knew the PINs, I could've inherited his entire fortune." Francesca shivered. "Shiloh, don't you feel anything taking stuff from a dead guy? Doesn't it mess with your conscience?" Shiloh sat in the backseat of the car, happily sorting her loot. Without looking up, she replied, "Nope. It's not the first time I've done this. Piece of cake." The entire car went dead silent, and even Andrew had no words. … Late that night, out in a remote burial site on the outskirts of Blumedale, a small group of men dug feverishly into the earth, shovels slicing into dirt with heavy thunks. The area was pitch black, lit only by t

My ears began to bleed. The burial wasn't in a cemetery. We took my father back to the estate, deep into the woods where the modern world couldn't reach. Leo’s teams had cleared out the military "cleaners," and for a few hours, the land was ours again. We buried him beneath an ancient oak tree, its roots intertwined with the very soil the Council had tried to poison. As the dirt settled, I felt a strange vibration in my marrow. It wasn't the jagged "radio station" of the Council. It was a low, steady hum—like a heartbeat.

I could not help but feel a stab of pain in my heart. Desmond looked at me with a complicated expression. After a while, he said, "He thought you were dead. Of course, he was devastated. He bought a grave for two people and said he wanted to bury himself with you after he died. During that period of time, he stayed at your grave every day..." "Grave? Where is it?" I asked Desmond. "It's..." Desmond hesitated for a moment and then said, "Alas, forget it. Since I've already spilled the beans, I'll tell you all about it. It's in the third region of the Eastern Tombs."