Goth Coffin Nails Novels & Stories

“Now, get inside, you moron! And pay your respects!” Lucas stepped into the funeral hall, and the scent of death clashed violently with his heightened senses. Then he saw it–The oak coffin. His vision blurred with rage, his wolf snapping free from his fragile restraint. His claws gouged into the silver nameplate on the coffin lid, the searing silver burning his fingertips as he tried to claw it away. The acrid stench of charred flesh filled the air..Inside the casket, I lay motionless. The coffin was lined with wolfbane-laced branches, meant to suppress shifting. My body… my skin, which should have shimmered under the moon with the sacred markings of their kind, was deathly pale, drained of

Harvey ignored Calvin, treating the latter as if he had no right to have his attention. Calvin chuckled wretchedly after seeing the calm look on Harvey’s face. “Right, Harvey! To thank you for such a big gift during my bachelor’s party… “I got someone to pick a tasteful coffin in the Golden Sands just for you. It’s made completely out of carbonized wood from the Northsea! “You’ll have a great time inside, I’m sure!” Calvin waved his hand; a few people of the Lowe family threw the coffin to the ground. The coffee was pure black; its gloomy-looking exterior made many people shiver.