Iron Coffins Book Novels & Stories

Others could tell that the weight of the steel coffin was definitely not light. “Green Dragon and Black Turtle.” At this time, Dalton led some people out of the Alroy’s manor. The duo immediately walked up to greet and saluted Dalton, “Green Dragon meets Senior Mad King.” “Black Turtle greets Senior Mad King.” “You guys don’t have to be so polite.” Dalton waved his hand, and his gaze immediately fell upon the iron coffin carried by the four strong agents. “This must be the Dark Steel Coffin that Old Fox spoke of.” Dalton walked toward the iron coffin and began to caress the surface. “Every inch of it felt as cold as ice.”

He had no idea if what the Coffin was saying was true, but now, he had no choice but to trust it! His clan had such high hopes for him—it was only natural that he didn't want to let them down! Hence, he poured everything into the coffin, from the hundred thousand spirit stones to the rest of the Crawfords' gifts. Soon, the coffin echoed with words that would leave all beings shaken to the core. "Within the Coffin of the Gods, devourer of the four seas and anchor of the eight continents, lies a universe of stars and constellations, and yet its fire consumes all eras and the heavens, ever ready to leave all life in cinders…"

“Two coffins.” Gustavo’s eyes flicked up, a grin tugging at his lips. “Coffins? Bring them to my office.” The assistant nodded and slipped out. Gustavo set the ledger down, pulled on his robe, tightened the belt, and strode down the hall, his slippers scuffing the polished floor. The villa was quiet, its high ceilings and marble walls muffling the footsteps of his men patrolling outside. The office, a wide room with a mahogany desk and shelves of leather-bound books, waited at the end of the corridor. Two coffins sat in the center, rough wood stained with streaks of dried blood, their lids scratched and dented.

Dusty and dark, the size of a coffin, edges bound in metal bands etched with tiny words too small to read. It rose until it sat fully above the sea of paper, long and heavy and unmistakably coffin‑shaped. Except where a coffin would have a lid, this had a cover. Like a book. A book so big it could only have been made to bury someone in. The “cover” creaked, splitting along its spine. The top half lifted a few inches, then a few more pages and paper sliding off it in small avalanches until, with a reluctant crack, it fell open.

I replied back as I stretched my hands to remove the painting but it didn’t move, instead it slid and revealed a medium sized box. I took the box out and placed it on the desk. It was an old mahogany box with gold engravings on it. “Sinclair” I opened it carefully and revealed a very thick brown greenish book with about 200 pages made of parchment or something like and had the title written on it with big bold handwriting: “BOOK OF SHADOWS” I smiled happily, I couldn’t believe that I had it in my hands and looked at Kevin who was still anxious saying: “We found it” he nodded his head and was about to speak when we suddenly heard an applause behind us.

The door clicked shut behind me and I sighed. Hot air filtered along my skin and brought with it the stench of decay. The gems on my forehead burned hotter, giving the room an eerie glow. All around me were thousands of honeycomb shaped coffins, home to supernatural prisoners required to serve out their eternal existence within.

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.

Betty filled my coffee cup. I wiped a crusty cluster of sediment from the corner of my eyes and mumbled, "Thank you." She gave me a sad smile and shuffled back into the stacks. I groaned, sipping coffee the consistency of motor oil. Time to get back to work. I sure as hell wasn't going to leave it alone. Not when I was so close to the answers I wanted. Fire brewed in my belly. I picked up the book in front of me. A demonology book. The history of incubi.

Wouldn't that mean he had a kid somewhere? And the skeletons just keep growing. The first compartment is filled with files, cheque books, pens, notepads and other boring stuff. I close it and pull open the next one, and I freeze for a few seconds, red creeping to my cheeks, and my anger temporarily forgotten. There's a book with a very vivid image of what looks to be an orgy on it. Written in bold is the title, The Kama Sutra. There are several different notes attached inside, and as I push it aside, I falls out.

"How dare you lie to me! I'm going to kill you!" James tilted his head to avoid the blade. Gritting his teeth through the pain of his broken hand, he shoved the robber aside. When the other robber saw this, he stabbed his knife into James' back. "Dad!" Celeste screamed. "Watch out, Dad!" The moment the knife pierced his back, James smiled. "Don't be scared, Celeste. I'll be okay." Then, he collapsed in a pool of his own blood. Still, his gaze was fixed on Naomi and Celeste.