Goth Coffin Nails Novels & Stories

She was dressed in an off shoulder black ball gown coupled with black elbow length gloves. Over her head was a large black fascinator, her makeup still intact despite all tears she shed. Matt reached his hand gently to her shoulder, he wasn't left out in the act either. The cemetery loomed with darkness as the brown coffin was lowered to the six feet grave. On the headstone was Ava's name boldly written on it. Everyone in the cemetery were all moody just like the hollow screams of their dark clothes. Ava was almost loved by all or that's what they all made it seemed like.

Hellion stepped into the stone pavement. The whole place was dimly lit by torches, there were skeletons scattered on the floor, skulls bones, limbs, everything piled up everywhere as the stone flooring was painted with blood. She look at the stone coffin in front as the lid was carved with layers of unique patterns. The ancient scripts stretched into the sides of the coffin acting like a seal. She swept her fingers in the cold surface of the stone as the words emit a faint glow. Hellion abruptly retract her hand in fear of doing something dangerous.

He held the coffin with his palm, and a majestic vigor suddenly burst out from his body. With the help of this force, he cut his fingertip and quickly printed a rune under the coffin. Then, he slammed the coffin hard and threw it forward. This time, Caspian almost exerted all his strength. The coffin was like a meteor, like lightning. Before the five fingers of the palm were pinched together, it shot out from the crack and disappeared in an instant.

She kept on walking, the stairs circling down deeper into the pits of the dungeons, then opened to a cobweb and damp ridden set of rooms, cages rusted away and broken, not used longer than she lived. "—Yes, my dear young countess, come to me–" Rebecca found another wooden door, pushing at the knob it fell open out of its hinges, the slam of its collapse echoed through the dungeons, and there in the middle was the stone coffin. 'Vampire wake up! This is a trap! Can't you see it!?' "Silence wolf, you had your fun with the high alpha" 'This isn't the time to be jealous you stupid bitch! Can't you feel the evil inside that coffin!?'

As the voice faded, the first thing entering everyone's sight was a black crystal coffin. Jane walked beside the coffin, holding a black and white portrait of Harriet. Her eyes, red from crying, glared fiercely at Grace, as if ready to pounce and fight. "Thud." The crystal coffin was set down by a group of tall men in suits, precisely positioned on the red carpet, surrounded by white roses on both sides. A pair of black high-heeled shoes stepped through the door. A young girl, dressed in a black lace dress, with long blonde hair falling on her shoulders, walked in gracefully. Even her necklace and lace gloves were black.

I responded, trying to inject a bit of dark humor. The joke didn't quite land as I hoped, and their expressions turned awkward. I managed a smile and added, "Just focus on solving the case. I'll handle the funeral arrangements." The Lotus Pack Alpha family's funerals involved special ceremonies, including unique coffins, special burial sites, and memorial practices distinct to our tradition. I reached out to Jack, who confirmed that the five crystal coffins would be ready by tomorrow. These coffins were crafted to resemble flower vases, custom-sized for each individual.

Being buried was not even an option. He would not be able to see anyone throwing dirt on top of his coffin, his body. He wouldn't be able to turn his back on this place ever, because the feeling he would have was that she was being suffocated there. Screaming for help and he was the one who would be there to save her. So he decided to put her in a drawer. Her headstone was made with white marble and gold leaf, as soon as the coffin was placed inside and the door was closed it collapsed against the grass and all those flowers placed around the headstone. Linna Gustov

Again. It... it had carvings on it. They were like symbols or something she couldn't just decipher. It looked really old. Like an ancient black coffin. The strange thing about this coffin was it held such magnetic and powerful aura that anyone could not just miss. And the colour... it was just like that miasma hovering behind her earlier. Speaking of the miasma, where was it now? Had it... Was this what it wanted her to reach? The aura coming from the coffin brought her back from her thoughts. It was... it was calling out to her? She could hear faint sounds of mumbled words. No, this can't be words. It sounds like an ancient language or so she thought.

by the album named Spooky Tooth: That Was Only Yesterday. He always node his head for the beats but now he couldn’t shake his head and the lyrics, “…returned it full of sorrow…” he wept over the lines gravely and he started the engine with full speed to his small factory. He sliced the cedar tree into pieces with help of his chopping machine and after seven hours of shedding his sweat and energy, he prepared the coffin decorated with a minute carving of little turion buds and butterflies with extreme grief and agony in his chest. He removed the fabric from the person long dead, placed the soulless body in the coffin and grieved over their death solemnly. He attached the chains and wheels to

The darkness was no hinderance to me, it hadn't been ever since I became a vampiress. The steps led to an open room. There were some tunnels akin to corridors that looked as though they contained individual cell blocks. But the open room held bodies, chained to the wall with thick black shackles. I had the feeling they contained magic too, keeping wrists and ankles permanently fixed in position. The vast majority of the bodies were headless. Theron hadn't been kidding. I walked forward, taking in the sight of the bodies, the clothes ripped and tattered, stained with the blood that had dripped from their necks, before crusting over and drying.