Novel & Cerita Riddle Coffin

The nails screeched. The lid popped open. I took a deep breath. I braced myself for the smell of decay. I lifted the lid and threw it back. I looked inside. The scream died in my throat. There was no skeleton. There were no bones. There was no dust. The coffin was filled with bricks. Red construction bricks. They were stacked neatly in rows to simulate the weight of a body. I stared at them. My mind tried to reject what my eyes were seeing. "It is empty," Kael whispered.

They began to move backwards, and I looked at them, my chest heaving hard. ‘We made it.’ Isis whispered in disbelief. “What did I say?” I asked her. She began to list the out, ‘Death, sickness, accident…’ “Coffin.” I interrupted, breathy. “The man who made the coffin, didn't want it because he didn't want to die. The man who wanted the coffin didn’t use it for himself, but for someone else, and the man who used the coffin didn’t see it because he was dead.” I said, still feeling the adrenaline in my body, coursing through me heavily.

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.

Again. It... it had carvings on it. They were like symbols or something she couldn't just decipher. It looked really old. Like an ancient black coffin. The strange thing about this coffin was it held such magnetic and powerful aura that anyone could not just miss. And the colour... it was just like that miasma hovering behind her earlier. Speaking of the miasma, where was it now? Had it... Was this what it wanted her to reach? The aura coming from the coffin brought her back from her thoughts. It was... it was calling out to her? She could hear faint sounds of mumbled words. No, this can't be words. It sounds like an ancient language or so she thought.

Physically, there was no one in sight, but the energy in the house said otherwise. An interval of knocking against some wood drew his attention to a room in the hallway, he crossed the narrow corridor to enter the small room. It was empty, except for a wooden coffin, lying in the middle of the room. A faint knocking carried on inside the coffin, accompanied by an accelerated heartbeat. The coffin looked to be locked and sealed from the outside, whoever was inside was trapped and unable to come out. And the fragrance of his mate seemed to be coming from there! Bloody Hell.

The worst part of it was that there is a coffin in the room. She suddenly felt terrified seeing it, there were candles everywhere and that was the only form of light, everything else was black. The bed, coffin, and types of furniture, they were all black. “Hmm, say something.” He said as she kept staring at the room. “Please.” He added and she looked at the coffin. “Why is there a coffin here?” She asked staring at it and he sighed.

Could they be trusted? I had to find out. I slowly pushed the top of the coffin open. When I saw no light coming through, I pushed it open a little bit more. I peeked through the slit and found I was in some type of room, and it was dark inside. I pushed the coffin open and climbed out. I waited for my eyes to adjust and realized I was in a funeral home. How fitting.

"I'm going to get us packed." When I was alone, I thought about Julie. She still hadn't risen yet, and it was full dark. They had put her coffin in my bedroom. From all outward appearances, it was a coffin, but I hated to use the term 'coffin.' Vampires had constructed coffins for the sole purpose of keeping themselves safe. No one was ever to be buried in such a thing. It was completely impenetrable by light of any kind because a belt of some type slipped into place to seal it. It could be operated from either the outside or the inside, and inside was a lock so a human couldn't accidentally open it, and anyone with superhuman strength could beat his or her way out of it if necessary.

The sky was dark, not a star to give light to what lay below. With the moon nowhere to be found, candles were the only source of light to illuminate the gold, crystal embedded, coffin. In it, a still body with skin as pale as a diamond and hair as white as snow lay. The coffin took its place in the middle of the room under the opening to reveal the inky sky. Several hooded bodies encircled the golden resting places, all chanting in low unknown tongue with their features shadowed, in their hands carrying goblets filled with crimson liquid.

He yelped in pain, flashing his torch towards the substance and to his dismay, it was a white coffin. For a while, he thought he was probably still drunk. He rubbed his eyes but there it was. This was insane! Who would put a coffin just anywhere in a grave yard? He thought to himself. Could this have happened when he was asleep? Did anyone forget to bury their dead loved one? All these questions were running through his mind when all of a sudden he heard a sound. In all the years that Adam had spent guarding the graveyard, he had never experienced anything like this before. Still, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him.