Iron Coffins Book Novels & Stories

agony forever.""What, are we playing question answers now?" Alexandra asked frustrated."I'm not ready for this, Katrina," Althea said fidgety while Katrina answered, "We got this."_____________________________"No, Stoker. I can't sit still and wait for nothing!" Azazel shouted.I have nothing. The girl is dead. No gemstone no ancient book. How am I going to bring her back?" he paced back and forth in Darby's villa which was now, his."Your majesty. Please stay calm," said the loyal servant."I have to do something," he said rushing out of the villa while the tiny man running after him.They reached a place.It was a brick house in suburbia, the witch was done with a living way out in the forest.

Edwin was almost paralyzed with awe. “Dear god,” Tim gasped. “Is she alive?” “Aye,” Agatha said as she pushed her way past the stunned men. “We must hurry. Now that the coffin has been exposed, the air inside shall dissipate quickly.” “Shit!” both men said simultaneously. Edwin grabbed the axe and broke away enough of the macadam and soil to allow Agatha easy access to the secured closures on the coffin. “It’s all glass,” Tim observed with curiosity. “How did it hold up under the pressure?”

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

I say, my eyes locked on the coffin. He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, but I shake my head. “Look,” I whisper, pointing. The coffin is moving. It’s subtle at first, just a slight vibration, but then the lid starts to shake violently. And then it bursts open. The force knocks several Nardoos backward, their bodies slamming into the ground like ragdolls. Smoke pours out of the coffin, thick and black, coiling into the air like it’s alive. And then he emerges.

The first of the three keys. But the library was vast, and the sun was falling fast. “Here,” Elias said suddenly. His lantern revealed a desk half-buried under rubble. On it sat a cluster of books spared from collapse. My pulse quickened. I rushed forward, brushing dust aside. Most were ledgers—trade records, shipment logs, accounts of star-iron mining. But one book was different. Smaller, bound in faded blue leather, edges worn soft by use. A delicate clasp, broken long ago, hung loose across the cover.

The Blood Sanctum was the ancestral home of the vampire clan. In its gloomy great hall, two massive coffins were positioned. These two coffins were not made of wood. Instead, they were forged from meteorites from beyond the stars, incredibly hard and durable. Moreover, the outer layer was reinforced, with a cage made of tempered steel imprisoning the coffins within. Suddenly, one of the coffins trembled slightly. The coffin lid, weighing tens of thousands of pounds, began to shift with creaking sounds.

Beyond was a chamber that stole my breath. It was enormous, carved entirely from black crystal that reflected the candlelight in a thousand directions. The ceiling soared impossibly high, lost in shadows. And scattered throughout the chamber were coffins. Dozens of them. Some simple wooden boxes, others elaborate crystal or stone creations. All closed. All silent. "The royal crypts," Cassius said quietly. "Every vampire of noble blood who has died or chosen the long sleep rests here." He led me through the forest of coffins to one at the very center of the chamber. This one was different from the others. Made entirely of clear crystal, it sat on a raised platform surrounded by more of those

It took a chunk of discipline to leave the cloth at her throat rather than lift it to check the seal again, because the scent there kept rising in delicate steam like a temptation that knew its job too well. “Better?” I asked. Her mouth twitched. I translated that as yes, because it was kinder, and I owed her kindness in a currency I had not used in longer than I knew. I sat back on my heels without leaving her. The room was small and mean and stone, the coffin set into a slot in the wall like a drawer in a mausoleum no one paid to visit anymore. The lid lay on the floor, the iron bands scabbed with rust and sigils that had cut me when they were new.

A note with only a single word written, “welcome.” But when she let go of my hand and walked slowly to the coffin, her figure swaying with every movement as if she were about to fall, I’d known who lay within. I just hadn’t wanted to believe it. “Alpha,” a guard pushed open the door of the room where we kept the coffins of deceased pack members before their burials could be conducted. He took a step back at the look on my face, then drew in deep breath and walked in anyway. “What is it?”

I nodded, “you're right, it must be the jitters and everything.” “I promise love, after the celebration we can look into it, see if there's anything we can find, I'm sure Richard may have something in that ancient coffin of his.” he said the last part distastefully, his lips curled. I chuckled, “That's his Library” “No one makes a coffin a library, he's just insane.” “He's a vampire, they literally sleep in coffins.” I rolled my eyes. “Still insane, doesn't mean it should be his library, he nearly sent my omega’s to their early graves with that thing” he said grudgingly.