Goth Coffin Nails Novels & Stories

The dark wooden coffin was centered in the chapel, open so everyone could see Victor's limp, pale body. White chrysanthemums decorated the coffin. Those were traditional flowers at wakes, and they meant "Golden flower”, from the Greek. Three of Victor's friends were next to the coffin, crying softly and drying their tears with a tissue as they recalled their journey. They were long-time friends. Their suits were as dark as the sky, representing perhaps eternal mourning. That was the garden of the mansion that Arabella had bought months before. She barely had time to get used to the place.

And there are white flowers to both the right and left side of the coffin. A little girl, maybe three or four year old, plays with her orange ball beside the coffin. She wears a white knee length dress without sleeves. She has a shoulder length light brown hair and fair skin. I watched her open a pack of M&M’s chocolate. She takes out a blue small rounded chocolate and puts it in her small pinkish mouth. As she chews she takes another one, red this time and tries to reach the coffin. ‘Wake up,’ she said. ‘Mama is crying again.’

I nod at him, grateful but focused on the coffin ahead. The coffin is brought forward, polished dark wood gleaming under the sun, draped in the royal standard. Flowers in white, pink, and gold crown the top, their fragrance strong but comforting. Father grips his staff tightly, his knuckles white. He says nothing; his silence carries the weight of our loss.

Since these flatbed transporters had no fences at all, these coffins were tied onto the flatbed transporters with a big red rope. What was even more outrageous was the fact that these coffins were not only tied with red ropes, but there was also a large red flower woven from silk on each and every single one of these coffins! In the traditional Oskian funeral customs, black and white were the main colors, and yellow and purple were supplementary colors. Red color was extremely taboo! The dark coffin was paired off with red ropes and red silk flowers. This gave people a very eerie feeling and impression. The Wade family’s bodyguards in the courtyard were all alerted as soon as they saw this s

I say, my eyes locked on the coffin. He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, but I shake my head. “Look,” I whisper, pointing. The coffin is moving. It’s subtle at first, just a slight vibration, but then the lid starts to shake violently. And then it bursts open. The force knocks several Nardoos backward, their bodies slamming into the ground like ragdolls. Smoke pours out of the coffin, thick and black, coiling into the air like it’s alive. And then he emerges.

Coffin under the coffin, why? The boys bent down, ready to move the coffin. I joined them, hoping to not find a burned dead body. After a few pushes, grunts, complaints, and cuss words we finally managed to flip the coffin. And luckily there was just sand beneath but the bottom of the coffin sure had three lilies on it. Staring at us, calling to us. I gulped looking at the pale white design with sand granules and ants on it. "This is it." I whispered.

The funeral drew every major name in the underworld. Everyone came in tailored black suits, their faces solemn, except me. Beneath my black trench coat, I wore a dress the color of fresh blood. Whispers followed me as I walked past the crowd, commenting that I had no sense of decorum. However, I didn’t care. This wasn’t just a funeral. It was my coronation. I stood before the headstone and watched as the massive black walnut coffin was slowly lowered into the ground. Inside that coffin wasn’t just Luca. Buried with him were six years of my youth and a love I had once been foolish enough to believe in.

Then, without warning, the music stopped. The silence around me was suffocating. I wrapped my arms around myself. My legs felt as heavy as lead, and I couldn't bring myself to run. Then a sharp crack came from the coffin. One of the nails sealing the lid shot free. A bluish-black hand suddenly hooked itself over the edge of the coffin. Long, black fingernails scraped across the wood, carving three deep grooves into its surface. My grandfather said Daniel built the coffin himself. Now the lid was jerking and rattling violently.

Meanwhile, heavy footsteps from outside the party were approaching fast, as if spelling out an omen. Guests present at the party all felt uneasy from the footsteps and looked outside of the hall. They would see a man and a woman aggressively closing into the party hall with their right arms raised high above their head, carrying a coffin. Nadia's expression turned for the worse when she saw the uninvited guests showing up with a coffin. The entire hall became dead silent from the shock of the sudden event. Everyone wondered what they were trying to convey by displaying a coffin in front of Nadia during her birthday party.

The ones who wanted to view Connie: Roxie, Walker, Crystal, Jadis, Jaleesa and Jenny did so quickly, quietly, as Corey, Walker, Evans, Metgar, Dante, and another one of Metgar’s soldiers, Ryan, carried the coffin down to the river where men had worked to dig a hole on the embankment. Jadis chanted the entire time, but it was calming to the group. As she began her speech, the men grappled with the long belts wrapped around the coffin, using all of the strength they had to lower it into the ground. A sob left Crystal as the coffin disappeared from sight. “Connie..” Jadis said as she continued chanting in some language that no one understood except for Jaleesa. Thunder rolled in the distance as