Riddle Coffin Novels & Stories

Suddenly, she grunted and slammed my head back against the bottom of the coffin. "You pathetic bitch. Not screaming now, are you? Keep pretending!" she spat, trying to cover her own guilt. Her eyes filled with disgust, but I saw something else behind it. Fear. She was afraid of her own power. "You think this will make Justin feel sorry for you? It will only make him more disgusted!" She stormed out. Before she left, she sprinkled a circle of silver dust and moonpetal ashes around me. A ward. It smothered my senses and cut me off from the world.

A gentle warmth seemed to rise from the stone. Her eyes landed on a small indentation on the lid of the coffin, a perfect circle that looked just like the one on the cave door. A shiver of unease traveled down her spine. She refused to be bitten again. Placing her backpack on the floor, Riana searched for something she could try to insert inside. The only thing that made sense was a pencil she didn't even know why she had brought. She inserted the pencil into the round, circle-like indentation, but nothing happened; the lid of the coffin did not open.

Adrian flipped through them and started with one, "Pablo Garcia. Drug trafficking and robbery." Adrian snapped his fingers, and Clint's men and Riley's security team brought coffins before them. They took turns getting the coffins in, but after half an hour, all four were settled before the kidnappers. Three coffins were made of glass, but one was a regular wooden coffin. "What is that?" Pablo, the first man, asked. "Your resting place until you speak," Adrian said. Pablo laughed. He snorted as he asked, "So you are going to scare me with a glass coffin? Haha!"

My stomach churns as Hermes seals the via in which Salcom blood is and nods to Salcom, who steps aside to reveal something or someone being carried forward by a group of Nardoos. At first, I think it’s just a pile of rags or maybe a crate. But then the moonlight hits it, and my breath catches in my throat. It’s a coffin. A massive, weirt coffin, carved with symbols I don’t recognize but that make my skin crawl. The Nardoos set it down gently, almost as if they adore it and step back, their heads bowed. “What the hell is going on?” Trix growls, his voice low and dangerous.

The copper coffin vanished, and many of the Doom Race’s powerhouses wore solemn expressions. Especially Youri, he had great confidence in his current strength, but now he could not do anything to that coffin. “Why would the Death Copper Coffin appear in our clan?” “What could be inside this coffin?” All the Dooms’ powerhouses were all puzzled. Among them, at the edge of the group, stood a shadowy figure. A hint of a smile seemed to emerge on its wispy face.

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.

This little old coffin looked like nothing more than a fish bait container for monster knights. Dawar, nevertheless, felt overwrought with wonder about the coffin. He couldn’t stand the stink of unbathed monster knights and always contemplated them to be a rather impulsive and dishonest warrior. But they were Redberg knights, so he appreciates and supports them as compelled. But something about this wooden coffin drew his interest. Was it the understated length and natural plainness? Or was it the elegant cross images on the lid? He could not say. And what was inside it? The first vampire? Why was he not out and let the humans and monsters knight paraded its glory? Was it dead? Or was the co

Rabbit shook its head with uncertainty. “Let me think about it. This is tricky.” Philip sighed. He could only nod and agree with Rabbit. He then focused his attention on the coffin. He wanted to pry open the coffin. The strange smell from the coffin was baffling. He had a feeling that the coffin contained an extraordinary ancient figure. “I think a big shot is locked up inside. If we pry open the coffin, will he jump out of the coffin and eat us alive?” Rabbit said warily. It felt that they should not touch the coffin.

he said softly convincingly. “Those girls trapped me in a bloody coffin. Their intent was clear but I don’t understand why?” Her puzzlement clearly evident. “I think I should get out of here.” She snapped with renewed building anger. The words barely left her lips when she saw the door slowly opened. The constant mistiness from the cemetery sneaked into the tomb. She just stood within the opened door looking back inside but there was nothing. The coffin was closed. “Hello? Where are you?” Only her voice echoes around the tomb with no answer. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back inside. With trembling hands, she slowly lifted the crown that is the top portion of the coffin. Relief and stran