Coffin Fodder Novels & Stories

The smell of blood mixed with decay hit him like a wave, making him frown involuntarily. His face paled when he saw the dark red chunks of flesh mixed with bits of bones in the bag, hands trembling as he gripped the bag. "This…they're truly monsters!" Zack said, his tone filled with pity. After putting on gloves, he carefully took all the chunks of flesh and bits of bones out of the bag. "This is just too cruel!" Zack's eyes reddened, looking beyond enraged. Seeing him like this, I suddenly recalled how, three years ago, his eyes were just as red in anger—all because I was kneeling at the door, begging him not to kick me out.

He said, opening the door. The coffin was in the corner. Two children were jumping into it and playing dead. “Children... children....I’m sorry Alpha they are my kids.” He hurriedly lifted the kids out of the coffin. “go to your mother” he hurriedly pushed them out of the room. Dylan slowly walked up to the coffin. With trembling hands, he touched the inside of it. the soft bedding was still slightly wet and it smelled of mold. Even that ugly scent could not mask the delicious fragrant smell of oranges coming from inside....

Satisfied that no one was there she threw her now empty coffee in the trash bin in front of her building and put her hands in her pockets. Something was off. She felt a small piece of paper in her pocket that she was sure she didn't put there. Abigail waited until her and Paul were safely in the elevator before pulling it out. It only had three words written on it. We’re Watching You. Suddenly the small space of the elevator felt as if it was getting smaller. The walls began to close in on her. She began looking around frantically trying to figure out who has slipped that note in her pocket, but it was just Paul and her in that elevator.

All around me were thousands of honeycomb shaped coffins, home to supernatural prisoners required to serve out their eternal existence within. I walked across the room, my boots striking the dirt floor with a rhythmic dull thud. Once I reached the other side, I noticed my head hurt less. For the next several minutes, I played a not very fun game of Hot and Cold, except my version was more like Pain and Less Pain. If the final piece of the crown was buried with one of the undead, it could take me months or years to find it. An overwhelming sense of foreboding filled my chest as I thought about Sharra and Arthur and -

He yelped in pain, flashing his torch towards the substance and to his dismay, it was a white coffin. For a while, he thought he was probably still drunk. He rubbed his eyes but there it was. This was insane! Who would put a coffin just anywhere in a grave yard? He thought to himself. Could this have happened when he was asleep? Did anyone forget to bury their dead loved one? All these questions were running through his mind when all of a sudden he heard a sound. In all the years that Adam had spent guarding the graveyard, he had never experienced anything like this before. Still, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him.

There were no other clues on the mural, and it seemed as though the anaconda was trying to tell him that the answer lay within the eternal coffin. “You want me to open the coffin?” Gerald asked tentatively. The anaconda nodded. Gerald took a deep breath before he walked toward the colorful platform. The entire platform was made out of many colorful stones. The eternal coffin made out of crystal jade was suspended in the air above the colorful stones. It was like a beautiful work of art that made people wonder and marvel at it. After walking up and observing the eternal coffin from a close range, Gerald could vaguely see a dark figure lying inside the coffin.

While I secretly wished there was some sort of abracadabra to make me disappear from here and reappear back home in my room. She lay on her bed with her Tommy down, making her little pulp ass appear bigger and fuller. Fuck! I quickly went through the stripper bag I was with, to see anything that could help me. The thought of what I did to the stripper that was supposed to be the one here, flashed through my mind. All it took was a tiny bullet into his motherfucker brains and it splattered everywhere, making a mess of his old wrinkled Audi car. I found a bottle of coconut oil and a few chocolate candy bars inside his bag. I offered her one of the chocolate, which she took without further pers

I hope it is strong enough to stop the Doom Raceʼs troops. The other human cultivators were both amazed and confused as they observed the coffin. “Winnie, what do you think is inside that coffin? Why is it helping us against the Dooms?” Noel stared at the coffin with a puzzled look in his eyes. Winnie shook her head. “I haven’t heard about this copper coffin before, but it sure has an incredibly powerful aura.” “Mom probably knows something about it,” Jacopo said. While the human cultivators were all looking at the coffin, they received another voice transmission from Thea. “Everyone, I’m afraid I donʼt know anything about this coffin. I haven’t heard of or read about it in any of our ancien

My stomach churns as Hermes seals the via in which Salcom blood is and nods to Salcom, who steps aside to reveal something or someone being carried forward by a group of Nardoos. At first, I think it’s just a pile of rags or maybe a crate. But then the moonlight hits it, and my breath catches in my throat. It’s a coffin. A massive, weirt coffin, carved with symbols I don’t recognize but that make my skin crawl. The Nardoos set it down gently, almost as if they adore it and step back, their heads bowed. “What the hell is going on?” Trix growls, his voice low and dangerous.

They began to move backwards, and I looked at them, my chest heaving hard. ‘We made it.’ Isis whispered in disbelief. “What did I say?” I asked her. She began to list the out, ‘Death, sickness, accident…’ “Coffin.” I interrupted, breathy. “The man who made the coffin, didn't want it because he didn't want to die. The man who wanted the coffin didn’t use it for himself, but for someone else, and the man who used the coffin didn’t see it because he was dead.” I said, still feeling the adrenaline in my body, coursing through me heavily.