Spirit Bound: Chapter 134
"i was wondering where you were; i was expecting you to call when the funeral was over so i could bring you home. you said you had a lot of things to do, and i know you can't get here quickly during rush hour.
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 43
It smelled a lot like the old wolves they'd occasionally burn on the funeral pyres back home. burnt fur. very bitter.
Amber Silverblood: Chapter Fifty Six
Just like they had been when i first brought her into the moonlight at the funeral home. then she screamed. i backpedaled in surprise, her high pitched voice ringing in my sensitive ears.
Amber Silverblood: Chapter Forty Four
"the silverblood was attracted to your presence that night at the funeral home," victor spoke up. i scowled at him, but he ignored it. "the hope is that the same thing will happen tonight."
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 13
_ as satisfying as that was to behold, it would only come back to bite her later, especially after the stuff he saw at garten's funeral.
Seven Days- Part II
Open caskets, and after-funeral receptions let the goyim have them. and we have to bury our own dead."
A Greater Good
I hope he doesn't come to my funeral. let's just say that people remember you by your last actions, whether you like it or not. i can say that my actions were for the "greater good."
Ander - Part 2: Subchapter 16
Unlike yesterday, though, the atmosphere was heavy and sombre, more like a funeral than a gawk fest. there were still whispers flowing from fox to fox, but not of the excited variety. these were kept low and respectful.
the odds are against me chapter 4
Forth part to my series contaning jucie romance and chilling cliff hangers aouthers note; sorry high scool is catching up to me plus form october 24 im bussy starting at the 24th casue its my birth day then my brothers then the grandmas anaversery of her funeral
I love you... (old story)
Two weeks later there was the funeral. after everyone was gone, i walked up to your casket that was already lowered into the ground, but not buried yet. i dropped a rose down onto it; you loved roses.
Chapter Two
The time for funerals would come later. for now, they were wrapped in the ceremonial shrouds of the fangs: those cloths of starkest white were woven by every initiate and embroidered with his name.
The Pass
He visualized the funeral- no salutes to his surrender, no glory in this defeat- christ, what was he about to do? he lifted a silent prayer and walked slowly towards the edge... "i would not do that if i were you..." he heard coming from behind him.