Goth Coffin Nails Novels & Stories

Not that vampires haven’t already sold themselves to him. Finally, I entered the room they had prepared for me. The sight alone made my nails itch, and I raked them lightly against the walls, perfect, manicured nails scraping stone, because it looked like something out of a cheap vampire play. They’d styled it as if Dracula himself had taken up residence. Dracula. The traitor. And to make matters worse, in the center of it all sat a coffin. A coffin. Vampires don’t sleep, certainly not in coffins. Honestly, did these dogs think I belonged to the Dracula cult?

A dilapidated bronze coffin was seen slowly rising from beneath the throne the next second. The surface of the coffin was engraved with a golden divine dragon. Its body excluded an ancient aura that had passed the test of time. The ancient bronze coffin arose from the ground and landed on the throne. A mysterious force opened the lid of the coffin. The aura was then amplified, completely engulfing Garfield. It forced him to take step after step until he reached the coffin. When he looked down into the coffin, he saw that it was empty. The golden dragon was engraved on the surface of the ancient coffin. It let out a roar when Garfield’s hand touched it. Then it leaped from the coffin.

But I can tell by the slightest flicker of emotion in his eyes that he's grateful for my presence. The royal cemetery has an entrance made of gold with multicolored flowery plants growing by the way. The gravestones are made of shiny porcelain with the names of the dead ones written in gold. The royal undertakers are dressed in white robes as they carry the coffin containing the dead Queen's corpse. Zeron looks away just as she is lowered into the ground while Talon watches with glossy eyes.

"I'm going to get us packed." When I was alone, I thought about Julie. She still hadn't risen yet, and it was full dark. They had put her coffin in my bedroom. From all outward appearances, it was a coffin, but I hated to use the term 'coffin.' Vampires had constructed coffins for the sole purpose of keeping themselves safe. No one was ever to be buried in such a thing. It was completely impenetrable by light of any kind because a belt of some type slipped into place to seal it. It could be operated from either the outside or the inside, and inside was a lock so a human couldn't accidentally open it, and anyone with superhuman strength could beat his or her way out of it if necessary.

We chose a white coffin, she had no specifications on that and Jack let m choose. She wanted red flowers, not roses, white flowers dipped in red dye. She wanted them made into a wreath,d placed on the coffin. She wanted to be buried with a picture of her husband if she couldn't be buried next to him. Luckily we found her a spot next to the love of her life. She wanted to be buried in a white gown she asked for a white pillow too, saying she didn't want to have a sore neck when she got to the pearly gates.

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.