Goth Coffin Nails Novels & Stories

As per tradition here in the village, the coffin was sealed up after that. Several young men mixed ash with water until it formed a paste, then smeared it evenly along the rim of the coffin. This was done to seal the lid tightly, keeping air out and preventing insects from slipping through any cracks after the coffin was buried, so that the insects couldn't gnaw on the body. Once the paste had been applied, the lid was closed again. The young men proceeded to hammer ten seven-inch wooden nails into the coffin, which completed the sealing of the coffin.

It was very fancy with gold-plated designs on top of cherry wood. "It's nice, isn't it? Master Dave told me he had it esspecially made from Italy." Rosie trailed her fingers over the slick wood. "Yeah, it's gorgeous. So he sleeps down here, huh?" I said and looked around. I always read about vampires sleeping in coffins, but I didn't think it was true. What happens if they get a partner? Is there such thing as a couple's coffin? "It must get lonely in there," I commented. Rosie opened the casket. "Want to try it out?"

The nails screeched. The lid popped open. I took a deep breath. I braced myself for the smell of decay. I lifted the lid and threw it back. I looked inside. The scream died in my throat. There was no skeleton. There were no bones. There was no dust. The coffin was filled with bricks. Red construction bricks. They were stacked neatly in rows to simulate the weight of a body. I stared at them. My mind tried to reject what my eyes were seeing. "It is empty," Kael whispered.

Everyone gathered in the garden hushed when they saw the man carrying a woman dressed in white walked out of the door. They had purposely had the burial at night so that Nightwalkers that would love to attend would be able to without worrying about the sun. Edward walked on the aisle that has been carpeted with white roses down to a white coffin with golden embroidery. At the top of the coffin was a statue of a white wolf with the most piercing blue eyes. Haven lived as long as they did, some of them had a good craftsmanship and they have all agreed to make the beautiful coffin for their beautiful queen.

My heart raced as we made our way to the grief chamber, and the air thickened with the reality of what we were about to face. As the door creaked open, I saw a haunting sight that almost took my breath away. Dante lay in a golden-looking coffin adorned with white lilies and black and red roses scattered around like fallen soldiers. Flickering candles illuminated the room, their soft glow juxtaposed against the starkness of what lay before us.

Esther said as they pushed it open. The room was filled with several coffins. "Maybe we were right?". Claire said and Esther nodded. Claire and Esther opened one of the coffins and Claire almost scream seeing the rooting body in it but Esther quickly closed her mouth. They saw the golden coffin and walked toward it, it wasn't closed like the others but opened. "You've found your torture tools I guess". Nicklaus voice rang out. "Dad!". They screamed as they rushed up to the coffin. Nicklaus was shocked to see them as he gasped.

The sky was dark, not a star to give light to what lay below. With the moon nowhere to be found, candles were the only source of light to illuminate the gold, crystal embedded, coffin. In it, a still body with skin as pale as a diamond and hair as white as snow lay. The coffin took its place in the middle of the room under the opening to reveal the inky sky. Several hooded bodies encircled the golden resting places, all chanting in low unknown tongue with their features shadowed, in their hands carrying goblets filled with crimson liquid.

I went to check on her last night and I told her about the arrangements that I had made so far but I wanted her to be the one to choose the coffin. I sat there and watched her ass she went through the pages in search of a perfect coffin for our daughter and finally she chose one. It was a small steel coffin painted in dusty pink with gold handles. The head part of the coffin was made out of glass, then she chose the clothes she wanted our baby to wear. I made sure that everything was done quickly. I fear that this whole ordeal might just make things worse between us.

“Now, get inside, you moron! And pay your respects!” Lucas stepped into the funeral hall, and the scent of death clashed violently with his heightened senses. Then he saw it–The oak coffin. His vision blurred with rage, his wolf snapping free from his fragile restraint. His claws gouged into the silver nameplate on the coffin lid, the searing silver burning his fingertips as he tried to claw it away. The acrid stench of charred flesh filled the air..Inside the casket, I lay motionless. The coffin was lined with wolfbane-laced branches, meant to suppress shifting. My body… my skin, which should have shimmered under the moon with the sacred markings of their kind, was deathly pale, drained of

Harvey ignored Calvin, treating the latter as if he had no right to have his attention. Calvin chuckled wretchedly after seeing the calm look on Harvey’s face. “Right, Harvey! To thank you for such a big gift during my bachelor’s party… “I got someone to pick a tasteful coffin in the Golden Sands just for you. It’s made completely out of carbonized wood from the Northsea! “You’ll have a great time inside, I’m sure!” Calvin waved his hand; a few people of the Lowe family threw the coffin to the ground. The coffee was pure black; its gloomy-looking exterior made many people shiver.