Goth Coffin Nails Novels & Stories

She mumbled, “Vincent…” He looked down at her, his chest torn open and his claws dripping with blood. “I’ve got you. I won’t let them bury you again,” he affirmed. But as he held her close, the crowd began to kneel. One by one, the faceless mourners pressed their hands against the soil, whispering in unison: “She was never yours to save.” The ground shook once more as another coffin rose from the soil. This one was small, black, and bound with chains.

The hem of my dress dragged through mud, soaking up the earth like it wanted to pull me down with her. The coffin was simple mahogany, polished until it gleamed even under the dull light. White lilies rested on the lid in a perfect circle. Someone had chosen them because my mother had always loved lilies. I hated lilies. They smelled like funerals. I kept my gaze locked on the flowers. On the way the rain beaded on the petals and rolled off in slow drops. On the brass handles that caught what little light there was. Anything except the man standing directly across the open grave.

Love ‘em. “I do tats,” she’d said. Goth chick with a Daddy’s Girl Gone Bad vibe. Hair fifty shades of black. Bangs chopped with a razor. Big eyes rimmed with black. Skin whiter than rich kid coke. Dark blue smeared on her lips. Metal in her ears, nose, chin. Her small bright teeth chewing dollar store blue from her stubby nails.

I walked to the corner and pointing my light I saw a coffin mounted on a heightened concrete floor. I promised myself that after checking this one out, I was done. I walked over there to check it. The stones had cravings and drawings on them, drawings matching with the writings on other walls. I caressed the coffin, its rustiness and dust coming off, thinking of what could possibly be inside of it. I heard the creak again and I as I directed my flashlight to where the sound came from. A swarm of bats came flying, surrounding the coffin like it called them. Standing right before the coffin with fear and anxiety about running. I tripped falling over to the coffin and its sharp edges cutting fr

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.

What a mess. The glass was shattered into several pieces on the ground. A heavy brown coffin, made from rough wood, lay on the ground, dust ridden. Oliviér swiped his finger on the top of the dust covered coffin. The way the planks were roughly nailed together left tiny spaces to see if you pressed your eyes onto it. He bent and pressed his eyes on the small space to see what laid inside the coffin. His golden-red eyes looked down, only to see utter darkness. He was not sure if there was something inside the coffin or just pure darkness, but it was strange all together.

“Quick, inform the rest.” The Doom Race’s guards were utterly terrified upon seeing the coffin. This copper coffin had appeared thirty thousand epochs ago, and every time it surfaced, it appeared in perilous places, draining the energy from the surrounding area. Due to its mysterious nature of absorbing all kinds of energy, it earned the name “Death Copper Coffin”. Whoosh! At that moment, numerous beams of light descended from the sky, revealing Youri and the other powerhouses of the race. Observing the copper coffin outside the entrance, Youri’s expression turned dark, and he coldly shouted, “What the heck is this thing? This is the territory of the Dooms. Get out of here!”

“I don’t want anyone to wear black; everyone should wear neon blue. They should wear makeup, and I want to wear pink. I should be the only one wearing pink, and it should match my bright pink coffin. Not too long nails, I won’t be able to fight you, so make sure they are up to taste, and I want my hair curled into a loose bounce.” They silently listened with tears in their eyes but I didn’t stop. I kept going, and it was also difficult for me to keep talking, but I needed to be strong. “No crying, it will spoil the day, there should be balloons, I want a horse carriage to carry the coffin, there should be alcohol at the after party, don’t allow anyone to lie about who I wasn’t,” I said and e

He took the food and water that had been placed in the coffin, then said casually, "You're going to die anyway, so there's no point wasting these on you. I'll leave the oxygen tank, though. I want you to last a few more days. It's just a shame you won't be able to make it to our wedding." The lid slammed shut again, swallowing the last sliver of light. I dug my fingertips deep into the rough wooden boards, pressing so hard that my fingernails felt ready to snap off. But my strength had drained out of me. My eyelids grew unbearably heavy, and I blacked out. When I finally came to, I was greeted by a cacophony of voices from the outside world. My funeral had begun. Guests were mingling, exchan

Bang! Weldon placed a pitch-black coffin in the backyard of the Hall of Herbs. "This is my sister; she's inside." The three girls were dumbfounded. The ebony coffin was 1.7 meters in length and 60 centimeters wide. Ebony wood was hailed as the spirit of all woods and the most revered wood. At the very least, a single ebony coffin would cost hundreds of thousands, and if it was top-quality ebony, it could cost millions! Most importantly, why was his sister inside a coffin?