Coffin Fodder Novels & Stories

How could you have lived such a miserable life for so long, Viola…" I floated in the air, patting him on his shoulder from afar. I never thought that after revolving my life around Aaron for more than 20 years, the person collecting and dealing with my dead body would turn out to be someone else. Dustin called the funeral home. Then, he took emergency leave from work and made the necessary arrangements. He purchased an extremely pretty urn for me before taking me away from the funeral home. After considering for a long time, he finally decided on the perfect location for my burial ground. It was a very pretty place. It happened to be during the sunflower blooming season, and I was surrounded

The wood was old and weathered by termites, revealing dents and cracks. The grave diggers stepped back, breathing hard from the work. Jared staggered forward, he shoved past them and stopped in front of the coffin. This was it. The moment to find out the truth. His hands shook as he reached for the coffin lid. "Maybe you should let us-" one of the men started to say. Jared ignored him, and yanked the lid open, sucking in a sharp breath when he finally saw it. The coffin was completely empty. There was nobody there, nothing at all.

But still— The people bowed their heads. The women dabbed at their eyes with black lace handkerchiefs. And the men simply watched. Finally, the time came to lower the coffin. Flinco stepped forward first, scooping a handful of dark earth into his palm. It was warm, almost soft. The exact opposite of what his father had been. With one deep breath, he let it fall, watching as the dirt scattered over the polished wood. Then his mother. Then Canice.

Something Maya has no useful word for. The word would have to describe a man aiming twelve bodies the way she would aim one rifle, and English, having spent centuries finding twelve ways to describe uncomfortable chairs, apparently never prepared for this. Marcus turns the pack. Points it. The dead come over the west fence and meet a thing already there to meet them. One animal with thirty heads.

“Likes cosplay.” I read the line aloud and burst out laughing. Next to it stood a wardrobe packed with every kind of lingerie imaginable. From bunny girls to cat girls, I ended up picking a fox-girl outfit. There wasn’t any deeper reason behind my choice. The fox tail was fluffier, and honestly, it looked warmer. A pair of ivory candles flickered softly nearby. Following the ritual, I completed the vows before climbing straight into the enormous crystal coffin. Our Lord lay silently inside. He looked in his twenties.

The stone walls and floors seemed gloomier too. Barely speaking, they moved deeper into the tomb, to the second room to the left of the entrance. It was much bigger, and from past visits, they knew the stacks of barrels lining the wall were empty, so they didn't bother with them. Whatever homebrewed beer or oil they'd once held had since dried out. Two grey marble chairs were thrown haphazardly in one corner, and the third sat near the main door, isolated from the others, like them, ostracised by the Youngblood coven and the wolves.

After making sure the downstairs of the cabin house was well secured for the night, he proceeded to the bedroom upstairs. Brian was halfway through unbuttoning his shirt when an idea struck his mind. He stopped what he was doing and proceeded to his walk-in closet. He got to where the condom box was and checked the dates on it. "Fucccckkkkkkk!" Brian groaned, smashing the box on the floor. The condoms in it had expired three weeks before his first night with Vanessa. Brian and Vee couldn't get enough of each other that night, they made love four times with expired protection.

Demi planned on proving them wrong but it seemed that she wouldn’t have to go through that debate all along. ‘I-I can smell an artifact.’ Nova blurted out. It was out of nowhere. It’s not impossible to encounter an aartifact here since thousands of people are gathered, but finding artifacts is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Artifacts are the rarest, and they’ve only encountered it once. ‘And it’s that god forsaken fountain pen that we couldn’t even use.’ Demi remembered trying to use it once and Nova telling her that it’s basically a normal pen right now.

"There's something wrong with you, Coffin!" "Tut, tut!" Coffin clicked its tongue in amusement. "What's wrong with me? I'm doing this for your own good. Once you're strong enough, those nine geezers are nothing!" Caleb didn't answer, but he knew… that the Coffin was right! Even as the thought crossed his mind, he disappeared into the night, refining all the corpses he gathered into the Coffin over the past two days. And as the Coffin absorbed their Reiki, it nourished him in turn, with even his aura rapidly burgeoning.

I responded, trying to inject a bit of dark humor. The joke didn't quite land as I hoped, and their expressions turned awkward. I managed a smile and added, "Just focus on solving the case. I'll handle the funeral arrangements." The Lotus Pack Alpha family's funerals involved special ceremonies, including unique coffins, special burial sites, and memorial practices distinct to our tradition. I reached out to Jack, who confirmed that the five crystal coffins would be ready by tomorrow. These coffins were crafted to resemble flower vases, custom-sized for each individual.