Coffin Nail Template Novels & Stories

Bang! Weldon placed a pitch-black coffin in the backyard of the Hall of Herbs. "This is my sister; she's inside." The three girls were dumbfounded. The ebony coffin was 1.7 meters in length and 60 centimeters wide. Ebony wood was hailed as the spirit of all woods and the most revered wood. At the very least, a single ebony coffin would cost hundreds of thousands, and if it was top-quality ebony, it could cost millions! Most importantly, why was his sister inside a coffin?

Rather just digging as if I'm fighting for my own life. My shovel finally hits something firm. I continue to dig, creating a much larger hole around me. I brace myself, and carefully but powerfully slam the shovel into the top of the coffin. The shovel manages to break the wood. I toss the shovel aside, and pull up on the slats of wood. I manage to get a few loose, and toss them aside. I kneel down closer to the body in the casket.

Everyone gathered in the garden hushed when they saw the man carrying a woman dressed in white walked out of the door. They had purposely had the burial at night so that Nightwalkers that would love to attend would be able to without worrying about the sun. Edward walked on the aisle that has been carpeted with white roses down to a white coffin with golden embroidery. At the top of the coffin was a statue of a white wolf with the most piercing blue eyes. Haven lived as long as they did, some of them had a good craftsmanship and they have all agreed to make the beautiful coffin for their beautiful queen.

But then the ghoul spirit vacated him in a rage. One of the lords cried out, “Please don’t kill us. We are…” Cornelius’s blade cut them both in half before he could complete his pleading. They shoved the body parts aside and stood before the coffin. It was insignificant for such an important ancient vampire, only about six feet long and three feet wide and high. It was held up with two long copper poles that passed through rings on the bottom of the coffin. It was an unusual coffin that showed two cast cross-like images on the top. Cornelius understood that the cross was the symbolic significance of the mother church. It was covered with such impressions at the base of its opening. It appear

There were no other clues on the mural, and it seemed as though the anaconda was trying to tell him that the answer lay within the eternal coffin. “You want me to open the coffin?” Gerald asked tentatively. The anaconda nodded. Gerald took a deep breath before he walked toward the colorful platform. The entire platform was made out of many colorful stones. The eternal coffin made out of crystal jade was suspended in the air above the colorful stones. It was like a beautiful work of art that made people wonder and marvel at it. After walking up and observing the eternal coffin from a close range, Gerald could vaguely see a dark figure lying inside the coffin.

I stayed seated until nearly everyone had gone. Then I stood up. Nick’s eyes followed me the moment I moved. So did Kaylee’s. My knees nearly gave out with every step I took. My legs were weak, like even my body didn’t want me near her. I could see her coffin now. Pure white. A line of red roses running across the top. There was no photo of her displayed, just her gloves, a bouquet of lilies, and a silver chain someone must’ve placed earlier. Maybe her mom.

She immediately stepped forward, blocked her brothers' line of sight and pressed down hard on the glass surface. "Ah!" I screamed out in pure agony. My fingernails snapped all at once, leaving my fingertips a bloody, mangled mess. The brothers were startled by my bloodcurdling scream. My third brother, James, rushed over and pulled Tiana away. Seeing the streaks of blood on the glass, he panicked and exclaimed, "Blood! Sarah! What happened to you? You're really hurting badly, I'll let you out right now." He quickly brought out the key to the coffin.

The third coffin was for an infant inscribed with a familiar word, but I couldn't place it, "A iníon." Maxine walked back in covering her mouth with her forearm. She was looking at the coffins as I began to open the one on the left. I barely needed the crowbar. The wood broke and rusted nails gave way. As I pushed the cover away, I saw a man's clothes, but a body very much in disorder. Bones broken, thrown about. It made no sense. I gently pushed through the ribs, pelvis when I felt something hard, round. "Jesus Christ, Max... It's the Iron Cylinder." I pulled it from beneath his pelvic bone, easily prying open the lock with my K-bar. I looked at her. She had tears in her eyes. She was looki

Black medium sized bed with black satin sheets and a purple comforter. A flat screen TV....A black coffin walk-in closet, black makeup table that I replaced with books and reading lamp Black coffee table, black suede couch, a mini fridge, a coffin shaped bookshelf, red candles on the coffee table held up by a black candelabra, and a black crystal chandelier. Woahhhh..... I just acknowledged it looked so creepy, but I liked it that way. "Sorry to say, but this looks so fetish to me. How can a room be this dark and..... and...."

The scent of wet grass and roses lingers in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of incense that drifts from the priest’s censer. The coffin lies at the center, gleaming dark mahogany framed by sprays of lilies. A dozen men take turns with the shovels, their movements slow and deliberate. Each scoop of earth lands with a muted thud against the coffin lid. Every sound feels like a hammer striking Adrianna’s chest. Her hands tremble, her lips quiver, and without realizing, she leans into Adrian for support. His hand is steady on her back, a quiet anchor in her storm.