Goth Coffin Nails Novels & Stories

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...."

Feeling the rough texture, he looked at it in surprise. The edges were badly broken and the top layer of black lacquer was nowhere to be found. His coffin looked very worn out. His heart started to pound loudly in his chest. “Why is it… dad! Dad!!” he ran into the forest. For his coffin to be this damaged to this extent could only mean they were attacked. He saw a lot of metal scraps sticking on it. it was most likely caused by a grenade or a bomb. “Fuck! Old man, where are you…”

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.

The coffin is exquisite, if Mari were alive and she was asked to pick a coffin for her final resting place she would pick this. Lena doesn't say anything, she just walks up to the coffin and runs her hand over it and then she chokes back a sob. "Eric it's absolutely stunning, she would love it." She tells him and then she goes to hug him. "I'm happy that you like it." He tells her. They both open up the coffin and I lay Mari inside. Eric closes it up and proceeds to recite another spell. The coffin shines bright for a few seconds and then it stops.

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.