Iron Coffins Book Novels & Stories

It was an image of Scarlet’s face. Caitlin felt her stomach roll with anguish. How had her daughter’s face come to be on this ancient text in a lost vampire library? Once again, she thought of destiny. It was as though everything had already been decided. No, it was more than that. If felt as though everything that was happening now had already happened before, as if they were living in a constant loop with history swirling round and round, repeating ad infinitum. The life she was living was just one cycle, one in which the outcome had been predicted before, but was not set in stone. She could change the premonitions and prophecies. Whatever was supposed to happen, she still had control over

They all knew that I am an orphan but they don’t know how my parents died. I closed the book, and heaved a sigh. I pity Barbara. I started getting dressed and put a blanket on her. I fixed her clothes and fold them neatly. I placed it beaide her and I headed down to the kitchen. I can’t stop thinking on how I became so aggressive about making love. I get a glass of water and drink it. I headed back to the couch and continue reading about Talia. I don’t know but something about the nitebook is different. I examined it and checked every page.

"Stay in the car, Stefan. It's a command this time" "Yes boss" he bowed lowly and went towards the car's direction. In turn, I turned and walked into the house through the large doors. Igor's house is majestic and that isn't something I'll deny. He likes all things fancy and gold. As I walked by, I saw two golden caskets right there, with a book in front of them. I walked closer to make sure the bodies were in there and just not a prank of Igor's. Before I got so close to the caskets, I could see the young boys' bodies, lying stiff. I turned and left, since I had nothing to write.

“If you’re thinking asshole killer, then yes, it is what you’re thinking.” She squealed loudly, covering her mouth quickly with her hands, “I’ve never seen one up close.” I really enjoyed Maleigha’s new attitude. Seeing her relax for once was nice. We walked into Kai’s office and I set the box down on his desk. Everyone but Maleigha and I were looking at it with confusion. “What’s up with the creepy coffin?” Kai scrunched his nose, looking confused. Maleigha nearly scoffed at him, “What kind of Alpha doesn’t recognize a blessed stake when they see it?”

I show her to the slab. “What is in it?” She asks, eyeing it warily. “Brace yourself.” I say and pull it open. The remains of my man takes up the stone coffin, preserved by our alchemists. The stench is under control but there is no mistaking the waft of death and the repulsive touch of strange magic. She gags and runs to the side of the room, throwing up everything in her stomach. I slam the coffin closed, cursing. I should have warned her more, or not bring her down here at all.

But it's clear that the fire started small, then turned into huge flames and reduced the coffins to ashes a few minutes later. Dad eyed me. "What the hell is going on?" I was shaking my head in utter confusion. "Honestly, I have no idea, Dad." "Jeez, can't you see, guys? The coffins disappeared from the room and then reappeared in the vacant lot and started burning without anyone torching it. But we know better; someone is there, and that person is invisible! He or she is the one who burns the caskets. That's my theory!" Lyn said it animatedly, and her eyes flickered.

I seized the certificate and stepped toward the fireplace. Flames licked along the paper's edge. "If you don't want it, fine. It's useless anyway. I might as well burn it and let it follow him." The paper hissed as it curled and blackened. I fed the ledger scraps into the fire, then the silver ring. The flames leaped higher and painted my face in flickering light. My voice broke just enough to sound real. "When he was alive, none of you remembered his worth. He's barely cold, and you're already fighting over what he left behind…"

"Aisle fourteen, lower iron shelf. Do not burn my library down with your candles." I took the iron key from the desk, my heart pounding violently against my ribs as Brian led me past row after row of dusty scrolls and decaying leather books. We reached aisle fourteen, a dark, narrow alcove filled with heavy iron-bound chests wrapped in thick metal chains. "This is it," Brian whispered, fitting the key into the heavy iron padlock of the lowest chest, turning it until the mechanism snapped open with a loud, echoey clack. He lifted the heavy iron lid, revealing a stack of thick, yellowed parchment folders bound with faded red silk ribbons. I reached down into the cold metal box, my hands trembl

“This place smells like rotting history.” He said nothing, guiding me deeper into the darkness until we reached the center, where a small shaft of light from a hole above barely illuminated the room. And that’s when I saw it. A coffin. Rough, stone, unlike anything I’d ever seen in real life, more like something out of ancient legends. The edges were cracked. Rusted chains had once bound it shut, now broken and hanging loosely from the corners. Cobwebs blanketed every inch. The sight stole my breath.

On top of it rested a stone coffin, wrapped in heavy, rusted iron chains that had held firm for centuries. The metal was black with age, the ancient seals etched into the stone flickering like a dying candle. Inside the darkness of that stone box, something was finally stirring. There was no sound at first, just a heavy, suffocating pressure. Then, a foul, black mist began to swirl violently within the cramped space, pressing against the underside of the lid. It wasn't just smoke; it was an oily, living shadow that pulsed with a rhythmic, heartbeat-like glow, desperate to expand.