Coffin Fodder Novels & Stories

Brigid whispered, slowly approaching to check on her. She swallowed at the intense aura was emitting but she didn't stop. But then, her breath caught in her sore throat when she saw the inside of the large silver coffin. A skull? A decayed jagged blackened bone structure with a royal tunic drowned into dirt. The foul scent so strong it made her stomach curled so hard, a breath away to vomit. Is that... King Duncan Thornevale? Oh no.

I had tried to swallow spoiled oatmeal, only to get diarrhea until I was completely drained. Meanwhile, the orderlies stood by laughing. "Look at her. She's like a starving beggar on the street. Even pigs and dogs wouldn't eat that slop, but she still tries. Serves her right if it kills her." I thought food-related abuse was the worst it could get. I hadn't expected them to drug the food. They used potent drugs usually reserved for disobedient women in nightclubs. That night, four orderlies dragged me into the quiet room. They pinned down my hands and feet. With wicked grins, they ripped my clothes apart.

"Mr. Johnson, Ms. Stewart, the camera Ms.Stone used was a specialized scientific model. All the footage it recorded was encrypted and uploaded in real time, with automatic cloud backup." He pressed play, and the sounds of my desperate pleas for mercy and their vicious mockery played in the speakers: "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?" Luna's face went pale, drained of all color as she started trembling. Meanwhile, Zachary stared straight at the screen, his eyes widening with fear. "I-Impossible…"

The seller looks at the king with terror, scared to answer. "She is nothing I've ever seen before. It took us 2 months to finally catch her, and when we did she killed 5 of my men. I don't know what she is, but keep her guarded. She is not one of us. I will take my payment now." The seller holds out his hand, shaking, waiting for the coin purse to land, glancing from the king to the door. The king looks at him and throws the purse at him. The seller left before so much as a thank you.

I went to check on her last night and I told her about the arrangements that I had made so far but I wanted her to be the one to choose the coffin. I sat there and watched her ass she went through the pages in search of a perfect coffin for our daughter and finally she chose one. It was a small steel coffin painted in dusty pink with gold handles. The head part of the coffin was made out of glass, then she chose the clothes she wanted our baby to wear. I made sure that everything was done quickly. I fear that this whole ordeal might just make things worse between us.

“If you’re thinking asshole killer, then yes, it is what you’re thinking.” She squealed loudly, covering her mouth quickly with her hands, “I’ve never seen one up close.” I really enjoyed Maleigha’s new attitude. Seeing her relax for once was nice. We walked into Kai’s office and I set the box down on his desk. Everyone but Maleigha and I were looking at it with confusion. “What’s up with the creepy coffin?” Kai scrunched his nose, looking confused. Maleigha nearly scoffed at him, “What kind of Alpha doesn’t recognize a blessed stake when they see it?”

This little old coffin looked like nothing more than a fish bait container for monster knights. Dawar, nevertheless, felt overwrought with wonder about the coffin. He couldn’t stand the stink of unbathed monster knights and always contemplated them to be a rather impulsive and dishonest warrior. But they were Redberg knights, so he appreciates and supports them as compelled. But something about this wooden coffin drew his interest. Was it the understated length and natural plainness? Or was it the elegant cross images on the lid? He could not say. And what was inside it? The first vampire? Why was he not out and let the humans and monsters knight paraded its glory? Was it dead? Or was the co

My heart raced as we made our way to the grief chamber, and the air thickened with the reality of what we were about to face. As the door creaked open, I saw a haunting sight that almost took my breath away. Dante lay in a golden-looking coffin adorned with white lilies and black and red roses scattered around like fallen soldiers. Flickering candles illuminated the room, their soft glow juxtaposed against the starkness of what lay before us.

The coffin turned out to have a transparent lid, so she could clearly see what was inside the coffin. She gasped, covered her mouth with both hands and took a few steps back in surprise when her eyes saw clearly the condition of the corpses of the people William called as his parents. Their bodies did not decompose as normal corpses would look. It looked like it was preserved by embalming technique or whatever it was called. Their expressions at the time of their death were terrifying, full of desperation, begging whoever attacked them to grant them forgiveness.

'Holiday Ohh, Holiday, and the best one of the years dozing off underneath my sheets, while I cover both my ears. But if I wait for that holiday, could it stop my fears? To go away on a summer's day, never seemed so clear.' ~ Vampier Weekend