Coffin Undertaker Novels & Stories

“He believed they should leave behind truth.” She pointed toward the nearest coffin. “Each one protects a final confession.” Isaac slowly approached the blank coffin. His fingertips brushed the aged oak. “I helped build these.” Alexander looked at him. “You built coffins?” Isaac smiled sadly. “No.” “We built vaults shaped like coffins.” “To remind ourselves that every secret should eventually be buried.” A sharp metallic click echoed through the chamber. The blank coffin unlocked itself. Its lid rose slowly. Everyone instinctively stepped back. Inside…

She stood by the sides, under a black umbrella held by her assistant, her face half hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. As the final rites concluded, two men stepped forward with ropes and positioned themselves at either side of the grave. The attendants moved slowly, lowering the coffin down into the earth inch by inch, ropes sliding against their gloved hands, boots steady in the mud. The rain made it harder and everything was slick, the edges soft and giving in for a moment she thought they'd fall in. One man adjusted the straps, and checked the alignment, then nodded. The coffin eased down fully with a muffled thud, the corners disappearing beneath the lip of the grave. For a long m

The next day, I went out to order a coffin for myself. The coffin shop owner was slightly surprised by my request. "Young man, you're still so young. Why are you preparing a coffin for yourself?" I smiled bitterly and shook my head. I didn't answer. But the coffin shop owner gave me a sympathetic look and let out a small sigh, as if he had seen through everything. He must have thought I had some incurable disease at such a young age. But I didn't bother to explain.

He looked ancient, though, with white beards on his chin and an impressive-looking mustache. He was talking about Maverick, and Hunter knew he should listen, at least to see how his father looked in other people's eyes. But the last two had bored him with long speeches, so he couldn't focus. His eyes were glued to the coffin. His brothers had asked him if he would like to help them choose, and though he was sure that was not something to bother a teenager with, he had agreed. It is intricately designed with purple rims, abundant roses, and even a few gems in specific places. It was something any man would die to stay in.

From the van appeared the cemetery attendant and another yugari - his assistant. “No one should know about this case,” I frowned. “He is a reliable man,” the minister assured me. Another car drove up to the mortuary building. Elders. Their faces were equally gloomy and dissatisfied. Well, to be honest, I can handle the disapproval of the elders of the south. We silently walked inside. Morgue workers conjured over the coffin for several minutes. - Ready!

Just as he was about to slide it in, however, he suddenly heard Chester shout, “S-sir! Look there! There’s another coffin there!” Turning to look at the dim area that Chester was pointing at, Gerald soon saw it as well. Lying in the middle of that darkened area, was a giant black coffin that had been tied shut with a number of sturdy-looking chains. The way the chains were tied, it was almost as though they were actively preventing something from escaping. With that in mind, it really was no wonder why Chester was feeling unnerved by it. “How odd… Why didn’t the murals show the origins of this coffin?” muttered Gerald to himself in astonishment.

The only similarity between both coffins was that both were not covered. Adrian and Mya arrived before the coffins and looked inside. One of the coffins contained an old man that looked to be about seventy-five years old with gray hair and a mustache. However, his head was separated from his neck and fresh blood was splattered all around the coffin. The other coffin held a man about thirty-five. He was dressed splendidly in Wyvern Peak’s war legate battle suit, and he appeared domineering. “I-Is this Raiden? He’s really here?” Mya took two steps back in shock after seeing the man in the coffin.

Before anyone further asked any question, Host Hook continued without inhaling breath, “On his times, the family member of the dead person would approach him to mention the specific interests of the dead people to craft on their coffins. This merchant would carve the designs accordingly and he did charge for that.” Nebula told to her boyfriend Quasar, “He becomes a merchant by trading coffins. Why don’t you try that?” Quasar asked Nebula, “How much your parents will give me for that?” Everyone laughed at Nebula and Quasar. Nebula felt humiliated and threw her anger on Quasar. “You want me dead? You are dead now.” Quasar asked Host Hook, “Why do people spend money on coffins?” Adrianna respon

They began to move backwards, and I looked at them, my chest heaving hard. ‘We made it.’ Isis whispered in disbelief. “What did I say?” I asked her. She began to list the out, ‘Death, sickness, accident…’ “Coffin.” I interrupted, breathy. “The man who made the coffin, didn't want it because he didn't want to die. The man who wanted the coffin didn’t use it for himself, but for someone else, and the man who used the coffin didn’t see it because he was dead.” I said, still feeling the adrenaline in my body, coursing through me heavily.

said Bullseye, the old hunter, as he laughed foolishly. Trine guffawed and beckoned in a hurry. “Bring that coffin up!” The four big men lifted the Darksteel Coffin again and walked towards the ox cart. When they put the coffin on the cart, a crack was heard.