Goth Coffin Nails Novels & Stories

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?

His eyes showed some concern. "What now?" Alaric asked. Kaelith didn't say anything; he was looking at the inside of the coffin. I slowly walked up to Kaelith and looked at what he was looking at. Alaric and Simon finally showed up, and the four of us ended up surrounding the coffin. I felt like the air here was really thin, and with that musty smell, I was constantly coughing, but I had to keep it together. The inside of the coffin was cream-colored, with a symbol carved into the bottom. I recognized that symbol—it looked a lot like the curse mark on my neck.

From below emerged a massive stone coffin. The carvings on the coffin matched the tattoo on my thigh exactly. The lid of the coffin began to slide away. A hand reached out—a hand wearing a ring engraved with the Moreno family seal. ​The hand grabbed the golden box. And at that moment, the black water of the pond turned into bright red blood. Blood began to drip from the dead trees surrounding it. ​I backed away in terror, but the white stones beneath my feet suddenly became alive. They weren't stones; they were human skulls! Thousands of skulls surrounded me from all sides.

She no longer had the strength for anything more. A heavy boom swallowed the last trace of light. The lid had closed. "No! No!" She pounded her fists against the wood, but it did not creak or shift even slightly. The coffin was built from quality timber, solid and durable. Even a grown man trapped inside would never have forced it open. She had no chance. Outside, funeral music began to rise. She felt the coffin lift from the ground. It swayed with each step of the pallbearers, and inside there was nothing to hold, nothing to brace against.

The experienced police officers turned pale at the sight, and they took a step back. I was curled up quietly in a corner of the coffin. My face had turned purplish, just like how a corpse was. There was no longer any color on my lips. All ten fingers no longer had any fingernails on them, as they had fallen off my fingers from all the scratching, and they now looked like a bloody, fleshy pulp. The inside of the coffin was covered with horrifying scratches with bloodstains on them. My eyes were half-opened inside the coffin, and there was no life left in my eyes. Only a blank look was left.

He looked ancient, though, with white beards on his chin and an impressive-looking mustache. He was talking about Maverick, and Hunter knew he should listen, at least to see how his father looked in other people's eyes. But the last two had bored him with long speeches, so he couldn't focus. His eyes were glued to the coffin. His brothers had asked him if he would like to help them choose, and though he was sure that was not something to bother a teenager with, he had agreed. It is intricately designed with purple rims, abundant roses, and even a few gems in specific places. It was something any man would die to stay in.

The same grave he swore she wasn’t dead in. The diggers work fast, mercenaries I’ve hired under fake names, paid in crypto and silence. The soil gives way easily, too easily for something meant to have rested undisturbed for over a decade. When the spade strikes metal, I feel it in my bones. “Stop,” I say. The men step back. I climb down, mud pulling at my boots. My gloves scrape against the surface of a steel coffin, modern, industrial, nothing like the ornate box in the burial photos. Someone changed it.

There was a golden coffin atop nine white jade stairs with dancing phoenixes engraved on the coffin. The coffin was very dazzling. Huge luminescent pearls on top of the coffin formed a picture of the night sky, emitting a soft white light that illuminated the tomb. Nine golden phoenixes cast in pure gold guarded the golden coffin around the white jade steps. A faint and obscure formation was found below the coffin. The golden coffin formed a formation that most normal people could not discern. Philip walked up the white jade steps and stood in front of the golden coffin. He knelt and bowed before he got up and stared at the golden coffin.

She nods to Shade but answers me, "We don't need to worry about that. Zachariah has a gift sitting back in your room for tonight." Shade gets to his feet and disappears into the back room again, coming back out not long later with 3 small bottles of something. One was gold nail polish, one looked like it had a black powder of some type in it and the other seemed to be a clear cover polish. He started with the gold, doing all my nails, he then used the black powder which once on the gold looked like little stars scattered over my nails, and then he covered them with the clear polish, sealing them all together.