Coffin Undertaker Novels & Stories

Could they be trusted? I had to find out. I slowly pushed the top of the coffin open. When I saw no light coming through, I pushed it open a little bit more. I peeked through the slit and found I was in some type of room, and it was dark inside. I pushed the coffin open and climbed out. I waited for my eyes to adjust and realized I was in a funeral home. How fitting.

Yes, my Lord. Please I need about two hundred and seventy-seven coffins to bury my family members who were killed by Brother Bantus and his allies. My Lord my elder brother deals in the coffins. He has the wooden coffin ad the casket. Call him and let May talk to him on my behalf. May said they have agreed to supply us within two weeks. The total cost is thirty-five thousand dollars. The design is pure wood with only a cross sign on the top. Accepted. Beauty how much do you have in your bag? She brought all the money. Give two billion dollars to Little for my family food and pay out the thirty-five thousand dollars to your brother for the coffins.

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.

My stomach churns as Hermes seals the via in which Salcom blood is and nods to Salcom, who steps aside to reveal something or someone being carried forward by a group of Nardoos. At first, I think it’s just a pile of rags or maybe a crate. But then the moonlight hits it, and my breath catches in my throat. It’s a coffin. A massive, weirt coffin, carved with symbols I don’t recognize but that make my skin crawl. The Nardoos set it down gently, almost as if they adore it and step back, their heads bowed. “What the hell is going on?” Trix growls, his voice low and dangerous.

“You’ve researched in libraries and on the net, right?” “That’s right.” “Have you followed one of these things around to see what it’s doing?” “I’ve just caught it and gotten it embalmed as quickly as possible. That seems to stop things,” he admitted. “So that creepy, arrogant undertaker is in on this?” I spat with disgust. “Only in as much as he’s told that the body was retrieved by the snatchers and needs to be embalmed immediately. They’re treated like emergency cases. Since they stink like a rotting corpse, he hasn’t questioned it.”

Then he opened the first coffin. August took his wife's hand and looked at the coffin. Elizabeth nearly fainted when she saw her brother. August hugged his wife tightly. His brother-in-law looked like he was just sleeping. Mr Saunders opened another coffin, but it wasn't Elizabeth's sister-in-law. They found Cathy in the fifth coffin. August had arranged with His Angels' Funeral Director to take the Parker couple to his Funeral Home. As soon as they identified them, the Funeral Director and his team took the Parker couple to his Funeral Home.

I said through gritted teeth. There was no other relief that could compare to the King retiring to his room for the night and leaving the wolves to grieve. As a community, we huddled together in our designated field meant for last rites. While building up Cole’s funeral pyre, the wolves began to hum the simple, somber song as part of our letting go ritual. Being Alpha, it was my job to light the pyre. With my torch in hand, I walked forward to say goodbye.

I take a step towards it, clueless to find a small coffin that has been buried under a cross. This wasn’t the pack cemetery, why would this be here, unless it was for an animal. Strange…the coffin is empty anyhow.

I ordered confidently. “Sure ma’am”. He answered and with one loud clap he gave the undertakers came in. They were about six of them, hefty looking well-fed men with biceps. Their suits were a uniform black, well-tailored to fit each person perfectly. They didn’t say a word, just a nod as they reached us. They moved in a single file and took their positions, three on each side. I watched them lift the casket like it was nothing to them. I couldn’t blame them at all. This was their job, the same one that puts food on their table just like mine.

The base, or headquarters as some call it, is a home to carefully selected individuals, who are chosen specifically by Caesar. And not just any individual. They range from mafia lords to martial art ninjas, to expert snipers and to trained soldiers. Formidable men who are impossible to defeat. These men are a force to reckon with. They carry out brutal underground work such as infiltrating other organisations, eliminating the leaders and spreading terror in the city. They are called the undertakers. And I'm the second in command to Don Caesar, the founder of the stealth organization called Hunters. I slow to a stop in the parking area and get down. Several masked men walk towards me and begi