Coffin Fodder Novels & Stories

I said through gritted teeth. There was no other relief that could compare to the King retiring to his room for the night and leaving the wolves to grieve. As a community, we huddled together in our designated field meant for last rites. While building up Cole’s funeral pyre, the wolves began to hum the simple, somber song as part of our letting go ritual. Being Alpha, it was my job to light the pyre. With my torch in hand, I walked forward to say goodbye.

"If you touch me, I'll open this coffin. If I die, you won't get out alive." Kiran didn’t move, watching Cedric closely. Cedric’s face remained stern as he continued, "I don’t know what’s inside this coffin, but I know it holds an evil power." He shook his hand, revealing a black Gu worm. "My Gu worms are very interested in this coffin, but they die as soon as they get close." As Cedric spoke, the Gu worm in his hand wriggled and fell dead to the ground. Seeing this, Kiran was even more shocked by the coffin. The poison from the Gu worms was already potent, yet this coffin’s contents could kill even these venomous creatures.

They would form a protective circle around the innocence of the children, shielding them from the raw, adult agony of the morning. The funeral procession gathered in the main hall, a somber, shivering assembly. The air was cold, and breaths plumed in the dim light. At the center of it all was the coffin. It was a simple, rough-hewn thing, constructed from scavenged planks of wood that had been sanded down as best they could. It was a testament to their poverty, this crude box, but also to their love for the man inside it. Someone had placed a small, wilted cluster of wildflowers on the lid, a splash of pathetic color in the monochrome gloom.

" According to Kenneth's earlier information, the tomb contained several treasures, including soul cultivation techniques. Those were exactly what the twins were desperate for. If these truly came from Francis, they would certainly be better than what they currently practiced. They approached the massive coffin with Kenneth as they wanted to get a better look at it during their rest. After just a few steps, a sudden thunderous boom echoed as the coffin lid flew off, startling everyone. "Mr. Zandro!" The twins stood ready, their eyes betraying their fear. The unexpected event, combined with their exhausting journey, made it impossible not to be afraid. "Stay calm. I don't know what caused tha

Mr Montford shuddered but tentatively sifted through, his fingers black when withdraw. "Coins, jewellery, nothing resembling what we need." He ground his fingers together and wrinkled his nose. "Not to mention one too many dead insects." He touched the second, it was lighter but there was still something within. Had it been too light he had decided to leave it, lest it be someone's ashes. "I only hope thigs weren't put in the coffin, I have no desire to open that."

"I don't have the strength to make it to the changing room. I can't even sit straight. I think there's a chair behind the casket. Could you ask someone to move it and bring it to me?" "No!" she shrieked, her voice cracking. She quickly forced it under control and added with a stiff smile, "I don't want to disturb my father's rest." She glanced at my soaked slacks, then at the coffin, and clenched her teeth. "You'll have to make do like this." A loud thud came from inside the coffin. The visitors went pale and stared. Kim grimaced. "It's a rat. This hall hasn't been used in ages. There's probably an infestation. One must have burrowed into the coffin…"

She could see their breath rising in pale clouds, the way the mound of dirt grew steadily beside the widening wound in the ground. When the first hollow crack of metal on wood rang out, it cut through her like a gunshot. She gripped the trunk beside her, nails biting into the bark. One of the men knelt, brushing away the soil with slow, reverent strokes. The coffin’s surface was damp and blackened, the brass fittings dulled to a greenish corrosion. She didn’t have to be closer to hear the groan of wood giving way. The air seemed to thicken as the lid creaked open.

She fell to the ground and groaned in pain, at once, the bleeding soldier dragged her by the hair, his eyes spotted a coffin not far away from where they stood, at once, his companion opened the lid of the coffin, an offensive odor filled the cave. Lilia screamed as soon as she realized that they were going to drop her in that coffin, her heart was racing and her nostrils inhaled the awful smell. Each soldier covered their nose as they dragged her towards the coffin. As soon as Lilia got towards it, she saw a corpse with rotten flesh, worms and flies were all over it as the decayed skin was so disgusting to look at.

Muscle spasm. But he knew what he was holding. Nothing. --- 【The Stone Coffin and the Escape】 He did not die. But he was quieter than death. The coffin was obsidian, cut from the same stone as the Void Gate. The inner walls were rough, every inch carved with sealing runes. Marcus's handwriting. He had used the script she taught him to carve the coffin of the one who had imprisoned her. There was no light inside the obsidian coffin. Darkness had color, but inside the coffin, there was not even black. Eyes open or closed, what he saw was exactly the same.