Novel & Cerita Riddle Coffin

“Something I believe you’ll find... very interesting.” He gestured to the second wagon, still concealed beneath a heavy black tarp. From where he stood, Triston narrowed his eyes, his stance rigid, every muscle tense. The wind shifted, carrying the scent of iron and something foul—something old. The tarp was yanked back and in there, nestled in the center of the wagon, was a black coffin—ancient, worn, and bound in silver latches. Its surface shimmered faintly under the morning light, revealing an inscription carved in fading gold. Triston's brows furrowed. He didn’t recognize it at first. The distance blurred the words, and his heart beat harder with unease. Until Reyes leaned closer to the

my eyes landed on a small inscription on the coffin. I quickly squat and then I read the inscription slowly. Since the coffin seems to be old I find it difficult.... but still I read something that seems more like... Forcing my eyes to read in the dark, I finally picture the statement which says M-A-T-E! "Mate?" I uttered out, not knowing what was ahead of me. The coffin automatically opens on its own, and a skeleton jumps out of it, as it places its mouth on my neck, and suck my blood.

“This place smells like rotting history.” He said nothing, guiding me deeper into the darkness until we reached the center, where a small shaft of light from a hole above barely illuminated the room. And that’s when I saw it. A coffin. Rough, stone, unlike anything I’d ever seen in real life, more like something out of ancient legends. The edges were cracked. Rusted chains had once bound it shut, now broken and hanging loosely from the corners. Cobwebs blanketed every inch. The sight stole my breath.

I take a step towards it, clueless to find a small coffin that has been buried under a cross. This wasn’t the pack cemetery, why would this be here, unless it was for an animal. Strange…the coffin is empty anyhow.

To keep people out, or to keep something in? I slid through the bars, another perk of being an insubstantial person. It was a crypt. I knew it was a crypt, rather than a wine cellar because of the huge stone coffin in the middle of the room. The vine came in through the ceiling and straight down into the sarcophagus’ lid. What good things might be in a sarcophagus? Anyone? “Who’s there?” said a thin, reedy voice.

Ding Hao had displayed it with his current strength, and even immortals could not detect it. The closer the crowd got, the more terrifying they felt the black coffin was. There seemed to be something extremely ominous buried in it. Faint howls and roars of fierce ghosts could be heard. The lid of the coffin was slightly twisted, and a crack less than the width of a finger appeared. It made rapid bangs. It was as if something inside was struggling to escape. The other immortals all had grave expressions.

Someone is out to get us- or should I say- take us out. While I have my eyes on the newcomers, I cannot lay blame on them when I haven’t seen any movement by them that I would regard as suspicious. They seem to have adapted well into my pack. But looks can be deceiving, I know. Sterned face, I stare at the Mohagany casket- not coffin. I’ve been to so many funerals that I have learnt the difference between caskets and coffins. how about that? A casket usually implies a rectangular- four-sided container with a hinged lid, whereas coffins have six sides to them, wider at the shoulder part and tapers tinner to the feet area, with a removable lid.

As she ran her hands on the coffin, she found a latch. "Wow. Looks like one can be locked here. I mean, a corpse can't possibly run away and what would they do if it did?" She mused to herself. Lifting the latch slowly, she held on to her breath as an upsetting odor swept from inside the box. Little by little, she lifted the lid but was shocked to her bones when after the smell had faded, she could see a figure. More like a rotten person who used to wear a coat laying in the coffin. From the skull with lost eyeballs in the dockets, to the withered hands. But something else caught her eyes asides from the hands.

"What's down there?" "It's a surprise," she said mysteriously. "Come see." She looked like she was floating down the stairs while I followed closely behind her. We kept going down, and it was getting darker and darker. "I can barely see anything," I complained as I looked around. There were little lamps on the wall, but they were so dim that I had to squint a few times to let my eyes adjust. "Almost there," Rosie said. We finally reached the very bottom. I let out a small gasp as I saw a coffin sitting right in the middle of the room. It was very fancy with gold-plated designs on top of cherry wood.

"Here we are." "Spooky," Ace said playfully. We stood at the closed door, looking down at a small room with a black coffin in the middle. The walls were dark magenta, with lilac lines and writing running down to the middle of the room and encasing the coffin. Also surrounding the coffin were long black candles in three circles. The coffin had the picture of bats crested around it and a big black dragon censer on it. The censer burnt with red smoke, flowing around the coffin. The walls also had black torches, one that should be on. "Don't light the torches," Ace murmured.