Coffin Stand Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

No matter what, he kept his eyes averted as he replied awkwardly, "Thank you." Then, he called for an Uber to bring him to the countryside. Aaron searched in the sea of sunflowers for a very long time. Finally, he spotted my tombstone in a small, secluded spot in the corner. "So, this is where you were buried… He chose a great resting place for you." Aaron took the letter from his pocket and gently placed it in the grave. Then, he took out a carving knife and carved the words "Dearly departed wife" into my tombstone, just before my name.

His body went still that same dangerous stillness that made men kneel. "What was that?" Alessia whispered, standing. He turned toward the window, eyes narrowing. "Stay here." But she followed anyway, her hand clutching his sleeve as they both stepped out onto the veranda. The courtyard lights flickered under the weight of fog. Guards surrounded something — a dark, long object in the middle of the compound. A… coffin. Its lid creaked open slowly, the sound echoing like a scream through the night. Gasps rippled among the guards as an old man rose from within his gray hair matted, his suit dirt-stained, his eyes sharp as ice.

And between them, glass coffins rows of them containing the remains of the missing workers. Clara’s knees gave way. Rowen covered her mouth, tears cutting through the grime on her cheeks. “God…” Devran’s voice was hollow. “They called it containment. I call it burial.” Clara stared at the coffins. One label caught her eye M. Bennett. Her breath stopped. She stumbled forward, pressing her hand against the glass. Inside lay her husband’s watch, his wedding ring, and a bundle of burnt documents. But no body. “Where is he?” she whispered.

The copper coffin vanished, and many of the Doom Race’s powerhouses wore solemn expressions. Especially Youri, he had great confidence in his current strength, but now he could not do anything to that coffin. “Why would the Death Copper Coffin appear in our clan?” “What could be inside this coffin?” All the Dooms’ powerhouses were all puzzled. Among them, at the edge of the group, stood a shadowy figure. A hint of a smile seemed to emerge on its wispy face.

He smiled and said, “Master Naiswell, now that you’re here, there’s something that I want you to do for me. “You’re good with antiques, right? See if you can find an antique coffin in your shop, find me the best one. Head to the funeral when the day comes. Don’t be too early, but don’t be late either. Present it to Fourth Master Yates when he comes by.”

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.

I was sure that a lot of things about this place was undiscovered. Suddenly, I heard something move in my left and my eyes fell on a wooden coffin that laid just a few minutes away from where the weapons were kept. The coffin was…moving. Gulping down the lump in my throat, I walked towards the coffin and when I was close enough, I noticed that the lid was already open. When I peeked into it, my body froze at finding a man lying on the coffin with his eyes closed. He looked…familiar. His face was pale like a corpse, with veins running over his neck. He was wearing a black suit.

Adrian glanced at the coffin and sneered, "Throw it down! Just looking at it annoys me!" His men let go, and the coffin plummeted from the high-rise building, crashing onto the ground and shattering to pieces.

The nails screeched. The lid popped open. I took a deep breath. I braced myself for the smell of decay. I lifted the lid and threw it back. I looked inside. The scream died in my throat. There was no skeleton. There were no bones. There was no dust. The coffin was filled with bricks. Red construction bricks. They were stacked neatly in rows to simulate the weight of a body. I stared at them. My mind tried to reject what my eyes were seeing. "It is empty," Kael whispered.

He stepped in, trying to fight the emotions that threatened to explode within him, fury clouding his judgment. He walked in, heading straight to one of the many locked doors that were attached to the room. He only had the keys to those rooms and they had been locked for a very long time. Eli turned the key in the lock, and the door pushed open easily, revealing the coffin on the other side, with the number 200 engraved on the surface of the mahogany. Slowly, he took off his mask, stepped in, and shut the door behind him. Soon, he was standing right in front of the coffin that was leaning against the wall of the dark room, his fingers trailing the numbers slowly.