Split Of Fate - II - The Dragon’s Funeral
The funeral pyre burned brightly. the wood crackled. the wind that carried the wings of his spirit carried smoke to the west.
The Priest of Myrrah (Chapter 1)
The heat from the fire grew stronger, and as i looked over, i could see the small blaze of the funeral pyre had now completely engulfed finn's body.
Ander - Part 3: Subchapter 18
These wolves weren't even given a proper funeral pyre, but just dumped in the woods for the wild animals to feast upon.
Ander - Part 4: Subchapter 30
He could feel the fur on his arms and legs singe and curl, the smell of it just like garten on his funeral pyre. he was being stabbed by an infinite number of daggers, so bright they were practically invisible.
Master's Pet (NaNoWriMo project)
Prologue: The vast room slowly filled with furs of all ages, as it did muted, excited voices began filling the void in anticipation of what was to come. It wasn't long before the excited chatter was replaced with the joyful screams of cubs playing,...
Ander - Part 5: Subchapter 63
And maybe... maybe you'll get to attend lana's funeral pyre. don't you want that? a chance to say goodbye? i'll do everything in my power to make sure it happens, so... please, just drop the bow and stand down. then we can all go home safely.
Red Snow
Our attention turned back to the funeral pyre as our tribe broke away, the leader heading towards us. i stiffened, raising my chin as he approached. the look on his face was impossible to read.
The Odyssey: Act XIII
In the centre, they had constructed a large funeral pyre on a pyramid of wooden logs. not too far away, tac watched, holding back his tears. beside him stood hark's eldest son, the new prime alpha.
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 65
He knew it was actually a blazing signal fire, built out of many layers of stacked wood - _just like a funeral pyre._ - but from here it might as well have been a tiny candle struggling to stay alive.
Vast, Our World and Our Resolve - Chapter Thirteen
In the center of the village-square-turned-amphitheater, where the brazier had blazed and the councilors had presided over the meeting the previous night, now three funeral pyres had been erected, towering as sober reminders of the grim tragedy the village
Tribal Leadership
Arkrom's funeral pyre had burned bright as the sun, as fierce as the man that lay atop the flames. krojac sat beside his sister, looking down at the valley now. the shadows cast by the setting sun were long among the trees below.
Final Exit
Once a great city i had ruled over that now lay in rubble, great fires gutting skyscrapers, funeral pyres; previously unseen miracles of architecture and engineering collapsing and snapping like twigs, metal screaming in pain as it was reshaped and twisted