Goth Coffin Nails Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Black medium sized bed with black satin sheets and a purple comforter. A flat screen TV....A black coffin walk-in closet, black makeup table that I replaced with books and reading lamp Black coffee table, black suede couch, a mini fridge, a coffin shaped bookshelf, red candles on the coffee table held up by a black candelabra, and a black crystal chandelier. Woahhhh..... I just acknowledged it looked so creepy, but I liked it that way. "Sorry to say, but this looks so fetish to me. How can a room be this dark and..... and...."

A hill of muddy soil soon begins to fill up parts of the ground, and a laid coffin embraces itself in front of him after a long while. "Amor, te he encontrado." (Love, I have found you.) His lips parted into a narrow smile after his eyes were engulfed by the sight of petals, freshly buried blossoms of red roses. A coffin made of wooden rusty pink with hammered nails on the lid. He begins to remove the nails, savoring the fear and the breath of a corpse trapped inside a small box. And the moment he opened the door, his nose was immediately welcomed by the unbearable suffocation of formalin chemical. He crunches his face for a moment before his eyes turn sharp in anticipation.

I stood over that stone for a long moment before I gave Marcus the nod, my chest strangely hollow, like I was standing at the edge of something I already knew the shape of but hadn't yet let myself see. It took forty minutes to reach the coffin. The wood had rotted through in places, soft and dark with decades underground. Marcus pried the lid free with the edge of his shovel, and for one long second, neither of us moved, neither of us breathed. The coffin was empty.