Coffin Stand Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

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.

Maybe a proper grave like the one I’d seen in old magazines and newspapers. I kneel on the ground and put the little coffin in the hole. I think I’m done crying. In all my life, I’ve never been this despondent, but I don’t have any tears left to shed. Aldric crouches next to me and holds his hands over the tiny coffin. He closes his eyes and speaks in that strange language again before he sweeps the tiny mount of dirt over the coffin and pats it down. I wait for the tears, but there’s nothing anymore, just a strange kind of numbness.

"No." "She'll wear it someday." "Yes." "Keep it hidden." "I will." I turned toward the small wooden coffin in the center of the room. Empty. The Keeper had left ashes. Magical residue. A fragment of silver that looked like Astraea's destroyed anchor. Enough to convince anyone examining the grave. The box still felt too small. Children should never have coffins. Even fake ones. Kazan entered. He stopped when he saw it. His expression went dead. Not emotionless. Dead.

In the center of the spacious room, a finely carved mahogany coffin stood upon a small platform illuminated by the dim glow of yellow lights. Daven stood motionless on the left side of the coffin. His body was clad in an utterly black suit, matching the shirt and tie he wore. The thin bandage still wrapped around his left temple and elbow seemed to be the silent remnants of the deadly disaster that had occurred that evening, but those physical wounds were nothing compared to the gaping wound inside his chest. His empty gaze remained fixed upon the figure lying forever inside the wooden box.

"Thankfully, Mr. Zandro's prediction was right. The challenges were things Jean and I could handle. Otherwise, we'd have been in serious trouble." Kenneth's face broke into a slight smile as he surveyed what lay ahead. "Looks like we've reached the main burial chamber." Hearing this, the twins quickly looked forward, their eyes lighting up with excitement. Where they stood was a spacious area with numerous round stone pillars seemingly supporting the entire space. In the center sat an enormous black coffin. "It's huge!" Both Leah and Jean were astounded. Judging by its size, the coffin could easily fit three people with room to spare.

Hanzo. In our process we ended up seeing a brown wood coffin standing at far in corner of basement without its covering lid. Thankfully there were still few oil lamp here because of which we were able to see clearly even in such a dark place, as we walked near coffin I saw it was empty, there was no corpse inside it however it still had some remain which looked like several dried herb leaves. “What is it?” Draco questioned inadvertently, I on other hand carefully examine those leave and encountered that those were dried herbs, spices, cotton and also there was smell of balsam in 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.

After that, he took his cell phone back from Zayne’s hand before he turned around and left. Zayne wiped a handful of cold sweat from his forehead. After that, he immediately took out his satellite phone and called Porter, who was far away in Eastcliff. At this time, Porter was in the Porter family’s old family mansion, and he was looking at the dozens of cheap coffins that were piled up in the courtyard with great satisfaction. Each of these coffins was made out of thin and rotten broken wooden boards that had been put together. Although the coffin’s entire body was already painted with extremely poor-quality red paint, seams and gaps on the coffin board, which could fit a dollar coin, could

The walls were etched with intricate carvings depicting battles and the phases of the moon. “He lived like a king in here,” Kai commented, and Finn shrugged. “No shit, he is immortal, so he can never die,” he replied as they looked around the room in search of the stake. Then their eyes darted around the room, settling on the coffin in the center. “That has got to be the answer,” Finn said, and they both nodded in agreement to check it out. The twins walked to the coffin, opening it up. There they saw a black stake. The tip was razor-sharp, and the shaft was engraved with symbols they had never seen before.

“Something I believe you’ll find... very interesting.” He gestured to the second wagon, still concealed beneath a heavy black tarp. From where he stood, Triston narrowed his eyes, his stance rigid, every muscle tense. The wind shifted, carrying the scent of iron and something foul—something old. The tarp was yanked back and in there, nestled in the center of the wagon, was a black coffin—ancient, worn, and bound in silver latches. Its surface shimmered faintly under the morning light, revealing an inscription carved in fading gold. Triston's brows furrowed. He didn’t recognize it at first. The distance blurred the words, and his heart beat harder with unease. Until Reyes leaned closer to the