Iron Coffins Book Novels & Stories

" I didn't have the right to interfere in their relationship, but I found her words utterly disgusting. I couldn't hold myself back and stirred up a gust of eerie wind to blow the door shut with a loud slam. Candace got a huge fright. However, she saw that Aaron was ignoring her as though he'd lost his soul. So, she began drying his hair for him, briefly glancing at the document he was holding in his hand. She gingerly took it from his hands. The moment she saw the words "Death Certificate" and "Viola Goodwin" on it, she got such a huge fright that she fell to the floor in a heap. "I—How did she die?"

The only sound left was the shifting earth. Then, without warning, Mommy clawed at the iron nails. Her fingernails split instantly, blood pouring out. "Open it! Open it now! You guys, get over here!" she screamed desperately at the people around her, but they only looked at her in a daze. A few of the burly men snapped back to their senses and hurriedly grabbed tools. They scrambled around the coffin and began prying at the lid. One by one, the nails were pulled free, each letting out a grating squeal. Finally, the lid was yanked open. An indescribable stench spilled out and attacked everyone's noses.

As well, as to the fact that what he was doing, there's no redeeming it back agai The book casings were empty except for a leather bound book of legends he was so obsessed of reading when he was still young. Of all his books, this one was the only one he was so attached of. He could not waste it. Before sundown, he ordered his men to get the mahogany casing and used it as wood to burn the dead bodies. He could not see any use of it while his men doubtfully followed his order. His men, like he, had the boon of the new age and things as precious as books were objects worthy of second thoughts. He burned it anywa When the cremation was done, it was almost midnight and his men were anxious as he

She went back down the secret room tracing her steps back to what she tripped on on her first arrival. When she raised the lid, she realized her guess was right. It was indeed a metal vault embedded on the floor. Curiosity outweighed fear, and she’d pressed her thumb against the scanner. Click. Inside was a small leather-bound book wrapped tightly in a black cloth. She had unwrapped it. Inside was a hardcover book with a title clearly ascribed to the front in gold ink; The Book of Life and Death. Her breath caught, “What the hell?” She muttered underneath her breath.

He descended down the stairs, each step echoing through the quiet place that led to a secret dungeon. He walked through the cells with stone walls and filthy flesh scattered across the floor, chains fixed to walls, flickering torchlight from torches in iron sconces revealing the bones, skulls, and heaps of clothing worn by his unfortunate victims until he stood before a steel bar and a black coffin. Taking the keys from his pocket, he unlocked the cage and moved toward the coffin. The beautiful man approached in heavy, deliberate steps, his smile a flash of black decay as he opened the coffin with little force where a young man, with pale white skin, seemingly asleep lay in his slumber.

Even Alpha titles. They were hunting us. And feasting on our leaders like we were casual snacks. My lips trembled as I clenched my fists, my rage barely held back. That’s when I noticed what I came here for in the first place. The coffin. Dracula’s. It was massive. Easily the biggest coffin I’d ever seen. Dark and imposing. It gleamed faintly under the candlelight. The lid was slightly cracked, and inside, I could see the faintest glimmer of something.

So you could take a look at the individual conference rooms as well as the offices. With every step that we penetrated deeper into this wall, I had more and more the feeling of being in a highly decorated office and not in a Venator's guild. Or maybe that was just because we were in the administration building. About in the middle of the corridor Anton stopped in front of a double-door office and knocked on the glass before opening it for us - another difference, the Jilin office was always open. The room we stepped into was quite large and very bright. There were a couple of neat shelves that held a few books and awards. A flat table with a classy sofa set around it and a desk so ostentatio

Muscle spasm. But he knew what he was holding. Nothing. --- 【The Stone Coffin and the Escape】 He did not die. But he was quieter than death. The coffin was obsidian, cut from the same stone as the Void Gate. The inner walls were rough, every inch carved with sealing runes. Marcus's handwriting. He had used the script she taught him to carve the coffin of the one who had imprisoned her. There was no light inside the obsidian coffin. Darkness had color, but inside the coffin, there was not even black. Eyes open or closed, what he saw was exactly the same.

Ding Hao frowned. He saw divine patterns circling the surface of the sarcophagus, which were constantly absorbing the heat from the surrounding void. They were like red flowing light chains, swirling along the surface of the sarcophagus, imprisoning the thing in it. This crimson coffin seemed to be the heart of something, constantly making banging sounds, and faintly expanding and contracting. It was frightening to suddenly see such a weird coffin in such a gloomy and terrible place. Evil Moon hid behind Ding Hao. Who was imprisoned in the coffin?

Mathias warns me to not open it. “Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Tawny flips the simple catch on the box and opens the lid. Inside is a single leather-bound book, about five or six inches thick, with pressed paper. The book was indeed old. I lift the book out, place it next to the box it came in and open the cover. “Well, that sucks,” Clicking her tongue and throwing her hands on her hips, Tawny says, “Are all the pages written in code?”