Novel & Cerita Goth Coffin Nails

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way” Nicolai sneered as he adjusted his coat and nodded to an elegantly dressed vampire lackey. She left for a moment and returned almost instantly with a crystal glass filled with bourbon. Nicolai sipped, as though to give himself time to think through the words he would use to introduce us to the reason he called us here.

Muscle spasm. But he knew what he was holding. Nothing. --- 【The Stone Coffin and the Escape】 He did not die. But he was quieter than death. The coffin was obsidian, cut from the same stone as the Void Gate. The inner walls were rough, every inch carved with sealing runes. Marcus's handwriting. He had used the script she taught him to carve the coffin of the one who had imprisoned her. There was no light inside the obsidian coffin. Darkness had color, but inside the coffin, there was not even black. Eyes open or closed, what he saw was exactly the same.

At its heart lay the pièce de resistance – the state-of-the-art coffin, a marvel of craftsmanship and innovation. The water's surface is adorned with delicate lilies, their petals glistening in the dappled sunlight that filtered through the strategically placed shades. Surrounding the lake, a profusion of roses and tulips created a riot of color, an ethereal paradise that transformed the solemn occasion into a breathtaking spectacle. The coffin itself was a work of art, a masterpiece of design and engineering. Crafted from the finest materials, it exuded an air of regality and reverence. A sense of tranquility hung in the air, an oasis of serenity in the midst of profound grief.

I stayed seated until nearly everyone had gone. Then I stood up. Nick’s eyes followed me the moment I moved. So did Kaylee’s. My knees nearly gave out with every step I took. My legs were weak, like even my body didn’t want me near her. I could see her coffin now. Pure white. A line of red roses running across the top. There was no photo of her displayed, just her gloves, a bouquet of lilies, and a silver chain someone must’ve placed earlier. Maybe her mom.

They bowed their heads in respect as they saw them. "Greetings, your highness." They greeted in unison. "Open it," he commanded. They squatted and opened the coffin together, revealing two gleaming pairs of deep blue earrings neatly placed in the center of the coffin like a ring box for the earrings. Lucinda’s jaw dropped as she saw that it was not what she expected. Lucinda walked closer to the coffin with her mouth slightly opened as the color of the earrings filled her beautiful eyes.

He had seen these mounds when he passed by several times earlier, but he thought they were just debris and did not think much of it. Boom— Without hesitation, Andrius slammed his palm down. Whoosh... Dust rose into the air, obscuring his vision and stinging his nose. Andrius held his breath and looked intently. There was actually a coffin buried there for an unknown number of years. It was completely black and emitted a strange and eerie aura. This was it! Andrius was overjoyed and immediately rushed over. Clang... As someone on the second Divine Step, he easily lifted the coffin lid and revealed its contents.

Zeath sluggishly obeys, while I follow behind him as Zachili moves past us to the trunk while tapping Zeath’s arm. “Come help me with this,” he mutters. I simply watch the two men carry one coffin, following them to the back of the bungalow, where they place the coffin into a freshly dug hole. Then I stand there as they go back to retrieve the other coffin for another hole beside the first one. Zachili does the work of covering the two holes. Once that is done, he tucks out an object from his pocket. It looks like a hairpin. Iron, with a rose carved as its design.

it was warm and pleasant. To sum it up, it was the weather that destroyed her conception of funerals... Nadia watched silently as they started lowering the coffin to the ground. The coffin was made from dark wood. One Kate would have hated. And decorated with white spider lilies. Kate hated white. She always said it wasn't a color. Although she would conveniently wear it whenever she felt like the situation would require from her to add a flare of innocence. Mainly whenever they were having dinner with her father.

"Here we are." "Spooky," Ace said playfully. We stood at the closed door, looking down at a small room with a black coffin in the middle. The walls were dark magenta, with lilac lines and writing running down to the middle of the room and encasing the coffin. Also surrounding the coffin were long black candles in three circles. The coffin had the picture of bats crested around it and a big black dragon censer on it. The censer burnt with red smoke, flowing around the coffin. The walls also had black torches, one that should be on. "Don't light the torches," Ace murmured.

I said, doing my best to sound normal. “So, what’s going on?” I asked Zane. “Something is off,” he replied, showing me the black coffin. The black coffin. Here it was, right in our face. The cold mist lingered around it, giving chills. The black mist was thicker than what Eric had described and different from the last time we were here. Faint black veins slithered around the black coffin like the Noctyrix, ready to bite anyone approaching it. “Look! The black coffin is vibrating!” Zane pointed out as soon as we drew nearer to it.