Riddle Coffin Novels & Stories

And then there was that woman in the moonstone coffin. I hadn’t told Ella about it. How could I? I didn’t even understand it myself. The first time I saw the coffin, it was by accident. Deep beneath the old chapel ruins on the northern border — a place that shouldn’t have existed. The air was colder there, too cold for spring. And in the center of the chamber lay that thing — that coffin carved from solid moonstone, pulsing faintly with a light that felt… alive. Inside it, a woman.

The coffin walls closed in tightly around Vincent. His claws scraped against the iron, sending sparks flying, but the chains only tightened more. Each breath felt heavy, as if the air itself was poisoned. From the gaps in the coffin, voices seeped in—whispers of a ghost, voices of memories, voices that belonged to no one in particular: “Fox.” “Monster.” “Lover.” “Killer.” He let out a roar and pounded his fists against the walls, but the coffin didn't break. Instead, it sank deeper into the darkness, pulling him along with it.

The wood was old and weathered by termites, revealing dents and cracks. The grave diggers stepped back, breathing hard from the work. Jared staggered forward, he shoved past them and stopped in front of the coffin. This was it. The moment to find out the truth. His hands shook as he reached for the coffin lid. "Maybe you should let us-" one of the men started to say. Jared ignored him, and yanked the lid open, sucking in a sharp breath when he finally saw it. The coffin was completely empty. There was nobody there, nothing at all.

I said, doing my best to sound normal. “So, what’s going on?” I asked Zane. “Something is off,” he replied, showing me the black coffin. The black coffin. Here it was, right in our face. The cold mist lingered around it, giving chills. The black mist was thicker than what Eric had described and different from the last time we were here. Faint black veins slithered around the black coffin like the Noctyrix, ready to bite anyone approaching it. “Look! The black coffin is vibrating!” Zane pointed out as soon as we drew nearer to it.

"I don't have the strength to make it to the changing room. I can't even sit straight. I think there's a chair behind the casket. Could you ask someone to move it and bring it to me?" "No!" she shrieked, her voice cracking. She quickly forced it under control and added with a stiff smile, "I don't want to disturb my father's rest." She glanced at my soaked slacks, then at the coffin, and clenched her teeth. "You'll have to make do like this." A loud thud came from inside the coffin. The visitors went pale and stared. Kim grimaced. "It's a rat. This hall hasn't been used in ages. There's probably an infestation. One must have burrowed into the coffin…"

My eyes fly open. My hands slam upward and hit a solid resistance with a dull thud. Panic flashes inside me for half a second before my instinct overrides it. I'm inside a coffin, I realize. So, I shove it. The lid cracks open with a loud creak, and cold air floods in. I gasp, dragging it into my lungs like I've been starved for centuries. The lid falls back completely, and bright light stabs my eyes. My officials are standing frozen in a perfect half-circle around the coffin. All dressed in black. For a funeral. Oh hell.

What a mess. The glass was shattered into several pieces on the ground. A heavy brown coffin, made from rough wood, lay on the ground, dust ridden. Oliviér swiped his finger on the top of the dust covered coffin. The way the planks were roughly nailed together left tiny spaces to see if you pressed your eyes onto it. He bent and pressed his eyes on the small space to see what laid inside the coffin. His golden-red eyes looked down, only to see utter darkness. He was not sure if there was something inside the coffin or just pure darkness, but it was strange all together.

I think, we are running out of time, Adam shouted. Is it the thing that dead persons use in a burial? The one in a rectangular shape? Kesiah asked with doubt. You got it right sis, It is. But what do you call to that? I keep on thinking about it but I can't say what it is, Hannah said. Gotcha! It's a COFFIN, said Terrence. COFFFFIIIIIIINNNNNN is the answer guys. It's COFFIN, he shouted. Everyone was filled with excitement knowing that if they found the answer, the door will open. But, it doesn't.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

Hanzo. In our process we ended up seeing a brown wood coffin standing at far in corner of basement without its covering lid. Thankfully there were still few oil lamp here because of which we were able to see clearly even in such a dark place, as we walked near coffin I saw it was empty, there was no corpse inside it however it still had some remain which looked like several dried herb leaves. “What is it?” Draco questioned inadvertently, I on other hand carefully examine those leave and encountered that those were dried herbs, spices, cotton and also there was smell of balsam in coffin.