Iron Coffins Book Novels & Stories

“I will tell you everything I know, but the Asplundh girls must be with me when I do so.” Dr. Sundt, therefore, returned to the public storage with Mogollon and the two Asplundh girls. Mogollon raised the heavy concrete slab and revealed the secret subterranean crypt where the coffins lay open. She recorded his descriptions of the killings done efficiently with his two sharp stakes. He answered many other questions, but Sundt never asked the giant about his past. She was solely interested in this one incident in his life.

We would reconnect again, I was sure of it, but we had… other things on our minds right then. “Ah. I’m so sorry for your loss, Mr. and Mrs. Ford,” the funeral director continued. “Please, follow me. The coffin you ordered is ready.” We followed the funeral director into a separate room, and I felt Olivia’s breath catch. In front of us, a tiny, ornate coffin sat on top of a table. Far too tiny. Olivia was the first to walk up to it. She reached out with a trembling, pale hand and gently ran her fingers along the wood. There was a long, silent moment as she stared down at the coffin, and as I stared at her.

Erin yelled, enraged, firing two more shots. Bang, bang! The bullets hit the coffin again, breaking it further. The entire hall filled with the stench, causing some people to cover their noses. Kiran reached the coffin and forcefully opened the lid, releasing an overwhelming stench. Erin, who had been rushing over, now covered her nose, feeling nauseous. Kiran looked inside and was shocked to see Byron Murphy's body already decaying, almost turning into a skeleton. Kiran was puzzled. Byron had only died yesterday. Even if decay set in quickly, it shouldn't happen this fast—it defied logic.

As they sniffed around, I silently prayed they wouldn't bark. Not because I wanted Wayne to get away with it, but because disturbing Matthew and Lindey's rest felt so wrong. They deserved peace. But the dogs barked. Loud, sharp, aggressive barks aimed right at the coffin. "Open it," the officer ordered. Two officers jumped into the grave and started working. I shut my eyes, not ready for whatever was coming next. Then someone shouted, "We found it!" I opened my eyes reluctantly. The coffin's bottom had been pried open, and inside were stacks of sealed, sketchy-looking blocks.

We got to a corner and at the far end of it, there was a dimly lit platform that was shining in faint hues of gold and silver. And on the platform, two coffins were rested on a stone side by side. Kaiden stopped and let out a small gasp as if he was trying to gather strength before speaking. “We’re here,” he finally said moments later. I moved closer and stared at the strange symbols that were carved onto the surface of the coffins. One had a crest carved into it, it was a silver wolf howling upwards toward a crescent moon while the other coffin was smooth but it glowed faintly. It looked like the stones had absorbed a lot of magic and darkness.

Neera stood in her balcony, the skyline behind her glowing gold and steel. The letter burned quickly in the fireproof dish she kept for other purposes — evidence disposal, mostly. She watched it curl and blacken until nothing but ash remained. Kieran Renzaro’s offer — his arrogant, polished, impossible offer — was reduced to smoke. And she didn’t flinch. She wouldn’t play his game. Wouldn’t be someone’s pawn, no matter how shiny the paycheck or how seductive the power behind it. She wasn’t for sale.

It didn’t feel like mine to touch. And then—just as I was about to turn away—a spine caught the edge of my gaze. Not with color or glimmer, but with its silence. It was tucked almost too neatly between two broader tomes, their gilded edges crowding it as if to hide its presence. The binding was dark, a shade between bruised purple and coal, cracked with age, and unadorned save for a single phrase impressed in thin silver serif: “The Quiet Cull: A Forgotten History of Hybrid Extinction.”

What is 'Where Tears Meet the Split Sky'? "What is this? Why is the coffin missing? That coffin was made with special materials so it wouldn't deteriorate. This is serious! Let’s disband... this will bring bad luck... someone has also come back to life after being pronounced dead. Everything is so strange... let's go quickly," said the people present at the burial site. Everyone at the funeral began to disperse, starting to fear it was a bad omen if a coffin was stolen and a grave desecrated, as per local belief. David instructed his guards to secure the area and ensure Olivia’s mother’s grave was respectfully re-sealed.

I held my breath as cracks started to appear in the stone floor around the coffin. THUD. THUD. THUD. The heartbeat grew louder and louder, and it was really noticeable. It started echoing throughout the room. It felt like a massive creature was breathing beneath our feet. "What the heck is this?" Alaric took a few steps back, holding the iron bar tightly in his hand. Simon opened his old book quickly, his hands shaking as he turned the pages. "I've read about this before," he said. "What?" Alaric said, "If you know something, say it now!"

“He believed they should leave behind truth.” She pointed toward the nearest coffin. “Each one protects a final confession.” Isaac slowly approached the blank coffin. His fingertips brushed the aged oak. “I helped build these.” Alexander looked at him. “You built coffins?” Isaac smiled sadly. “No.” “We built vaults shaped like coffins.” “To remind ourselves that every secret should eventually be buried.” A sharp metallic click echoed through the chamber. The blank coffin unlocked itself. Its lid rose slowly. Everyone instinctively stepped back. Inside…