Coffin Nail Template Novels & Stories

He telephonically prepared the whole funeral, everything was done by the time we landed. “I don’t think I have ever seen a coffin like this. It’s kick-ass!” Colton exclaims behind us. “He liked the nickname.” I chuckle at Hunter’s response. I didn’t even know that Father knew that’s what he was called out there. The coffin is very typical of his demeanour. Black, mysterious and intimidating. He would have definitely liked this. “You did not prepare a vehicle?” Besides the car that’s pulling the trailer, I don’t see our usual bulletproof vehicles Hunter usually prepares.

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.

We got to a corner and at the far end of it, there was a dimly lit platform that was shining in faint hues of gold and silver. And on the platform, two coffins were rested on a stone side by side. Kaiden stopped and let out a small gasp as if he was trying to gather strength before speaking. “We’re here,” he finally said moments later. I moved closer and stared at the strange symbols that were carved onto the surface of the coffins. One had a crest carved into it, it was a silver wolf howling upwards toward a crescent moon while the other coffin was smooth but it glowed faintly. It looked like the stones had absorbed a lot of magic and darkness.

I think, we are running out of time, Adam shouted. Is it the thing that dead persons use in a burial? The one in a rectangular shape? Kesiah asked with doubt. You got it right sis, It is. But what do you call to that? I keep on thinking about it but I can't say what it is, Hannah said. Gotcha! It's a COFFIN, said Terrence. COFFFFIIIIIIINNNNNN is the answer guys. It's COFFIN, he shouted. Everyone was filled with excitement knowing that if they found the answer, the door will open. But, it doesn't.

Elena shouted: “Because it is not a cabinet!” Roselyn inserted the brass key. A click echoed. Then another. And the entire back wall shuddered. Doctor Mirelle smiled. At last. Satisfied. “No one ever listens until architecture answers.” The wall split vertically. Cold air burst through. Behind it stood a narrow stone chamber— and inside that chamber rested a black coffin. Not wood. Metal. Sealed. Old scratches across its surface. No name. No date. Only one engraved symbol Aurelia recognized instantly from Clara’s hidden file.

They watched helplessly as I asked them to cover the coffin board. They just sat aside and followed the hearse home. "Sir, please help me nail the coffin shut. I always feel like the corpse would wake up in the coffin if not nailed down. It's scary to think about it." The workers were amused by what I said. "They had been dead for a week. They won't wake up. However, it is necessary to nail the coffin shut. We will do so right now." Finally, Jessie could not hold back her expression and hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.

It’s a shame he didn’t make it, I’m sure he would have been a powerful wolf and most likely had some sort of power from his double Alpha bloodline. When I returned to the pack the coffin for the baby was already built and just having a lining done, they had made it a top priority and they really did do an amazing job. It was a small, tiny white coffin with a blue trim indented around the sides just a centimetre in from the edge and 2 small golden handles on each side. Once the coffin is fully ready we placed the baby inside and place a small light blue silk blanket over him, cut to size so it covers him gently.

"I'm going to get us packed." When I was alone, I thought about Julie. She still hadn't risen yet, and it was full dark. They had put her coffin in my bedroom. From all outward appearances, it was a coffin, but I hated to use the term 'coffin.' Vampires had constructed coffins for the sole purpose of keeping themselves safe. No one was ever to be buried in such a thing. It was completely impenetrable by light of any kind because a belt of some type slipped into place to seal it. It could be operated from either the outside or the inside, and inside was a lock so a human couldn't accidentally open it, and anyone with superhuman strength could beat his or her way out of it if necessary.

He held the coffin with his palm, and a majestic vigor suddenly burst out from his body. With the help of this force, he cut his fingertip and quickly printed a rune under the coffin. Then, he slammed the coffin hard and threw it forward. This time, Caspian almost exerted all his strength. The coffin was like a meteor, like lightning. Before the five fingers of the palm were pinched together, it shot out from the crack and disappeared in an instant.

Alpha Aris murmured something I couldn’t catch and Alpha Vance bowed low with his fist to his chest before letting his soil fall. When my turn came, I crouched and gathered a palmful of cold earth. I stared at the coffin below with my fingers curling against the dirt as if I could keep this moment from passing. I spoke, but in a small, low voice meant only for him. “I’ll make you proud.” The soil slipped from my hand, scattering across the lid. It didn’t take long for the grave to be filled, the damp soil mounded high before the carved stone marker was placed at its head. The Bloodwood crest was cut deep into the granite with its silver paint catching what little light filtered through the c