Fire And Ice - Chapter Six - A Heart Divided
Unbeknownst to katelyn, she had been watched by the ghostly forms of sir kathis and jessica silverscale - their ghostly, shimmering forms appearing in the burial crypt.
Draykan vs Thi-Icc
You could be hunted down by the burial spirits of the ancient kingdom i come from!" draykan pauses, frowning, thinking. "sorry i didn't mention anything sooner. but, you know how it is in the heat of the moment."
Venom Rising- Ch. I A Warrior's Duty
Snowpaw rounded on him, "you don't need a medicine cat to tell you icestorm died of a snake bite, and frostclaw carried him here on his back himself." then turned back to preparing his body for burial.
Alantris, Chapter 3
As he needed his father's crown, he had to go down into the dark burial chamber anyway. he wondered if he should bring a guard, but decided it was best if he went alone.
Scooby Doo Fan Fic chap 4
Velma exclaimed excitedly, as shaggy lead them down to the decaying burial chambers. the weathered old gray stone was covered with dark green ivy.
Island Tides
"were they at least given a proper burial?" he asked. joura looked up and as she went to answer his second question cheiftess andorra walked in. {the rumors among the villagers weren't false after all.
Finding Peace Part 2 Chapter 4
It was late afternoon when they brought the bodies to the burial site. each was given a grave and a memorial.
"Family Tails" - Chapter 40
It was a simple burial, natural, the way she had wanted it, in the place where ron had indicated years earlier where he had wanted to be buried.
A Thing of the Past Part 1
I slipped into the unwelcoming blackness, greeted by the most horrific memories that would haunt me for the rest of my life; the house, the army, my mother, the shot that ended her life, and the burial.
College Life: Chapter 8
Luca smiled at her mother, an expression which was merely façade so as not to make a bad impression on the few parishioners that had come to witness the burial.
Rainy Day
Delilah paused, letting the radio droop away from her muzzle, and let out a small sob, the beginning of the grief she had held at bay, to be the rock her mother needed through the service and burial coming up from nowhere at last.
The village pet (anteater vore)
Tattered burial garb hung from it in strips and white, sightless eyes fastened on them from a half-rotten face. somehow it sensed them and lurched forward, arms extended and one foot dragging.