Goth Coffin Nails 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.

"I knew Sarah was afraid of dark, cramped spaces, that is why I didn't play this game in a dark room. Instead, I thoughtfully chose this glass coffin for her. "I was so considerate of her, yet she's still playing the pity card in front of you guys! She just wants to ruin my game!” Raymond and Donald exchanged glances and nodded slightly. "Tiana is right. This is a transparent coffin and all of us are here watching over her, how could she have a panic attack?" "I doubt she's having an actual attack. She's likely just using us to ruin Tiana's mood." Donald kicked the coffin in dissatisfaction, his tone growing cold. "Quiet down in there! It’s been so long since Tiana got lost and it's rare to

She could see their breath rising in pale clouds, the way the mound of dirt grew steadily beside the widening wound in the ground. When the first hollow crack of metal on wood rang out, it cut through her like a gunshot. She gripped the trunk beside her, nails biting into the bark. One of the men knelt, brushing away the soil with slow, reverent strokes. The coffin’s surface was damp and blackened, the brass fittings dulled to a greenish corrosion. She didn’t have to be closer to hear the groan of wood giving way. The air seemed to thicken as the lid creaked open.

“Make sure it doesn’t shift or break open. She must arrive intact.” Still unsure, but obedient, the guards moved toward the heavy coffin and began the painstaking process of shifting it onto the transport sled. The grinding sound of stone on stone echoed through the catacombs as the guards strained to pull the ancient coffin from its resting place. Wood groaned under its weight, and dust spilled in clouds, billowing around them, thick and stale, disturbed after centuries of stillness as ancient nails resisted their awakening, cacks ran along the edges of the slab, roots like veins twisting through the walls—as if even the earth had tried to reclaim what was hidden here.

Chapter 190 Lucas' POV "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…" The priest's voice broke through the heavy silence like a distant echo, carried by the cold wind that whipped through the cemetery with bitter insistence. My fingers clenched tighter around the folded handkerchief I was holding. The white fabric was already damp from tears I didn't even remember shedding, soaked through in places where I'd pressed it against my eyes trying to stem the endless flow. Damon's coffin rested in the earth before us, polished wood gleaming beneath the gray sky like some cruel mirror reflecting back our collective grief. Mahogany, because he'd once joked that if he ever died young, he wanted to go out in style.

Beyond was a chamber that stole my breath. It was enormous, carved entirely from black crystal that reflected the candlelight in a thousand directions. The ceiling soared impossibly high, lost in shadows. And scattered throughout the chamber were coffins. Dozens of them. Some simple wooden boxes, others elaborate crystal or stone creations. All closed. All silent. "The royal crypts," Cassius said quietly. "Every vampire of noble blood who has died or chosen the long sleep rests here." He led me through the forest of coffins to one at the very center of the chamber. This one was different from the others. Made entirely of clear crystal, it sat on a raised platform surrounded by more of those

He is hoping that she would waste the remaining ten minutes and the time for the sacrifice will be over. He won't be of any use to her. Getting in rage she tiptoed to each side of the circle...behind the trees, under the rocks, behind the bushes. She could not find anything. "No!" she shouted in anger. ________________________________ Ginger and Garlic had prepared Lady Dasher in a coffin. She was wearing a black coat with gold motifs attached to its hem and neck. Her hair curled up beautifully and red lipstick on her white face enhanced the look. All of them were sad and the door of the coffin was open. Vlora was caressing the hair of her sister in law. The tears could not stop falling from

I grab Layla's hand again as the cab driver drives away. "Are you ready?" I ask. Layla shakes her head yes and we begin walking through the maze of headstones. Layla's POV: I can feel my heart pounding with fear and anticipation in my chest as Nicolae and I near the crypt. He slowly opens the door and takes a lighter from his pocket lighting a small torch just on the inside of the door. Nicolae leads me down a set of stairs then into a large open room. Nicolae slowly goes around the room lighting small torches that line the walls. I can see everything in the room clearly now and a coffin is seated along the left side near the wall. There is a beautifully decorated concrete slab that sits ben

Its fingernails were growing outward at a speed visible to the naked eye. There was no cover on the stone coffin, and there was only a thin layer of fog inside it. It was the cursed land energy of the Mount Milia valley. "You have a spirit to help you, and I have corpse puppets to take the knife blows! I'd like to see who's more powerful, a spirit or a corpse puppet!" Elton said to himself as he patted the stone coffin lightly. … Meanwhile, at the market near the pharmaceutical factory, Whitney had just bought some vegetables and spare ribs. She was planning to go home and make spare ribs that night.

I said calmly, "Consider that a downpayment. I'll pay the rest on the day. We're on a tight schedule; the funeral has to be on the 21st." His eyes lit up, and he was all deference and urgency as he said, "Please rest assured. Whatever you may request, I'll make it happen, no matter the cost." I nodded and laid out my demands. "Out of the 30-million-dollar budget, set aside 15 million for gold coins settled in my coffin. "I also need a top-of-the-line mahogany coffin with a velvet lining. For the flowers, the hall should be drowning in lilies, white roses, and orchids. Set aside 1.5 million for them.