Riddle Coffin Novels & Stories

No matter what, he kept his eyes averted as he replied awkwardly, "Thank you." Then, he called for an Uber to bring him to the countryside. Aaron searched in the sea of sunflowers for a very long time. Finally, he spotted my tombstone in a small, secluded spot in the corner. "So, this is where you were buried… He chose a great resting place for you." Aaron took the letter from his pocket and gently placed it in the grave. Then, he took out a carving knife and carved the words "Dearly departed wife" into my tombstone, just before my name.

“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…

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.

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

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

He had seen these mounds when he passed by several times earlier, but he thought they were just debris and did not think much of it. Boom— Without hesitation, Andrius slammed his palm down. Whoosh... Dust rose into the air, obscuring his vision and stinging his nose. Andrius held his breath and looked intently. There was actually a coffin buried there for an unknown number of years. It was completely black and emitted a strange and eerie aura. This was it! Andrius was overjoyed and immediately rushed over. Clang... As someone on the second Divine Step, he easily lifted the coffin lid and revealed its contents.