Coffin Nail Template Novels & Stories

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.

"Here we are." "Spooky," Ace said playfully. We stood at the closed door, looking down at a small room with a black coffin in the middle. The walls were dark magenta, with lilac lines and writing running down to the middle of the room and encasing the coffin. Also surrounding the coffin were long black candles in three circles. The coffin had the picture of bats crested around it and a big black dragon censer on it. The censer burnt with red smoke, flowing around the coffin. The walls also had black torches, one that should be on. "Don't light the torches," Ace murmured.

Nicolai sipped, as though to give himself time to think through the words he would use to introduce us to the reason he called us here. “As I mentioned, I need to venture to my South Side Compound to acquire something of great value. The enemies we will meet on our way will be easily identified by glowing white marks on their foreheads. They look like this.” Nicolai held up a piece of paper with a symbol drawn on it. To me, it looked like three stars forming a triangle. Whether it was meant to be something else I couldn’t say, but the mark wasn’t at all familiar. “Your orders are to kill them on sight.” He paused, making sure every wolf in front of him was paying close attention.

Tears flowed out of her eyes as she looked at Alex and said, "Is there any hope of her coming back to life?" Alex nodded. "I promise. Anna will come back one day." The only thing was, he was not very sure how long it would take. At least, this gave Anna's closest relative a hope to look forward to. *** After the Coleman family finished paying their last respect, Alex retrieved the Soul Gathering Coffin. The length of the Soul Gathering Coffin was more than three meters long and one meter wide, with a variety of strange runic patterns carved on the outside. Despite seeing that Alex could fit this coffin into his eyebrows, everyone still felt this feat was incredible once again.

“Ok, we have all his information from the hospital, is there anything that you would like to add.” “On his tombstone I would like it to say, ‘In Loving Memory, he was a great man, cousin and soon to be father.” “Oh my, that is sad. Sorry. Here are some of the tombstones that we have, I think this one would go best with the coffin that you have chosen, I know that no one is going to see them both together unless they have been to the funeral, but what do you think?” The three us look at the one in question. “We will take it.” “Ok.” She then writes the product code for that. “Now for the lining in the coffin. Do you want to go with black, grey or both?” “Black.” “For the services.” “We already

Zeath sluggishly obeys, while I follow behind him as Zachili moves past us to the trunk while tapping Zeath’s arm. “Come help me with this,” he mutters. I simply watch the two men carry one coffin, following them to the back of the bungalow, where they place the coffin into a freshly dug hole. Then I stand there as they go back to retrieve the other coffin for another hole beside the first one. Zachili does the work of covering the two holes. Once that is done, he tucks out an object from his pocket. It looks like a hairpin. Iron, with a rose carved as its design.

Coffin under the coffin, why? The boys bent down, ready to move the coffin. I joined them, hoping to not find a burned dead body. After a few pushes, grunts, complaints, and cuss words we finally managed to flip the coffin. And luckily there was just sand beneath but the bottom of the coffin sure had three lilies on it. Staring at us, calling to us. I gulped looking at the pale white design with sand granules and ants on it. "This is it." I whispered.

There was a long, silent moment as she stared down at the coffin, and as I stared at her. “The corner pieces?” she asked suddenly, whipping her head around to look at the funeral director. “Where are they?” The funeral director nodded and pulled a box out. He opened the lid and held it out to us; four brass corner pieces sat inside, one for each corner of the coffin. A crescent moon, a rose, an oak tree, and a sparrow. New beginnings, love, strength, and hope. But none of those things had saved our son. … “We are here today to lay to rest a small, but mighty, soul…”

Harvey ignored Calvin, treating the latter as if he had no right to have his attention. Calvin chuckled wretchedly after seeing the calm look on Harvey’s face. “Right, Harvey! To thank you for such a big gift during my bachelor’s party… “I got someone to pick a tasteful coffin in the Golden Sands just for you. It’s made completely out of carbonized wood from the Northsea! “You’ll have a great time inside, I’m sure!” Calvin waved his hand; a few people of the Lowe family threw the coffin to the ground. The coffee was pure black; its gloomy-looking exterior made many people shiver.