Where Was Technoblade Buried Novels & Stories

Maybe I may just kill him myself. That spot where my mom and dad died, that was where I was going to place Alpha Blake’s head. I swore many years ago. I would take his head and bury it right in front of mama and papa’s tomb. “They were supposed to be here yesterday. What’s going on?” Tech asked. The agreed date was here, yet there were no horses coming to pick us up. It was a long journey to the city.

"That was just a hypothetical. She already died. We couldn't sell her because she died, so we buried her." "Where did you bury her?" "Somewhere near the reservoir in the eastern part of the city, in a deserted area with the tallest tree nearby." "The tallest tree? Are you sure?"

Sebastian offered, his voice warm as he inched closer, ready to be her rock. Caitlin shook her head, taking the handkerchief and returning it to him. “No, thanks.” Sebastian clutched the handkerchief, feeling a small surge of hope. She hadn’t rejected it—at least that meant she still needed him in her vulnerable moments. With the ashes buried, everyone bowed their heads in respect. The funeral concluded, and people began to leave. Caitlin and Sebastian were preparing to take Blake home when Sebastian received a message. “The fake gravedigger has been found!” he told Caitlin.

She hoped she was wrong but Venom would never act that way with her and even more so, he would never forget which mushrooms were which. She ensured that she spread her light around herself and the tiger. They were nearing the campsite. She hoped the gravesite had been marked. She realised she did not know exactly where Leech was supposedly buried. “Blaython, I’m looking for a grave,” she whispered in the tiger’s ear when they reach the old campsite.

The look on his face was damn satisfying. I was about saying he should leave even after my woman told him too, but he literally exploded with my father was his... "What nonsense are you saying?" I was finally able to find my voice. "You're my step brother, Brandon." I laughed out of sarcasm. "Kyle, please, it's too early for your tantrums. Go back inside, I'm sure you haven't had enough sleep." "It's the fucking truth. He was laid to rest on the nineteenth of February, by ten forty-five am, at St Laurel's Chapel, 478 Madison Ave, Brooklyn, New York." Kyle said in a single breath.

“The black-site facility in Moldova was raided. Two guards dead. Cameras wiped. No trace of transport logs.” Julian stood quickly. “You’re sure?” She handed him the tablet. “Interpol flagged an anomaly. Someone accessed a dormant server in Zurich, the original Eden shell. We thought it was erased.” Julian cursed. “He’s building again.” Alma stared at the tablet screen. “Worse. He’s improving it.” Three Days Later Morocco A biotech conference turned massacre. No one knew what hit them. Witnesses said a woman in black walked onto the stage, whispered a single phrase“Order is reborn.”and then a pulse of light exploded from her body.

"But our Miss Whitmore was more than generous. Even after his death, she ensured he was given a proper burial. "I personally oversaw the burial," he continued, pointing toward the hills. "It’s in the back hills, not far from here. If you want, I can take you there right now." … At the back hills, Suzy indeed saw a freshly dug grave. The soil around it was still loose, suggesting it had been buried only a few days ago. "There it is," Maya said, pointing at the grave. "Since we didn’t know his name, we didn’t bother with a headstone. Do you want it opened? I can have someone do it for you. But let me warn you—disturbing a grave is considered a terrible omen here.

Someone slides into the spot next to me, strong arms wrapping around me and pulling close. "Laina, I...I'm sorry. I was an ass this morning." It was Tate, and those few words are all I need to turn into his chest and cry silently, careful not to wake our sleeping pup in my arms. The rest of the funeral is a blur. The only thing I remember is the coffin being lowered and buried in the tomb where Tate’s family is buried. She will forever be a Randall-Silvermoon and Tate’s pup no matter what.

Yekaterina’s tears keeps on running down her cheeks as she watched Zayden and Ahrio burying Jade’s body. She leaned on to Andrik’s chest and he hugged her frame sideways, providing her much needed comfort. No one said anything for a while as they all just simply stared at Jade’s tomb. Until Blaize broke the lonely silence enveloping them.

There was a low grumble from the warriors, but they all concurred with her. “See” Lydia turned back to me, showing off her sparking teeth. I nodded and then turned to the warriors. “We split up.” They nodded in unison, and then I pointed at two of the warriors, Cole and Caleb, they were both carrying Tyren on their shoulders. The warrior we lost during the clash with the Ashborns. We Still haven't buried him and this was because the soil back there was too difficult to till, there was no way we would be able to bury him quickly, which was why I had ordered we carry him along instead until we get to an area with a soft soil.