Riddle Coffin Novels & Stories

The coffin was covered in a layer of frost. Adrian then recalled that Nicholas had encountered an attack from someone laying a coffin in Mount Shangspar previously. As they neared the coffin, Adrian held Rozi back and warned, "Be careful. One thing I've learned from Enigma City is that whoever's inside a coffin may not be dead, but a zombie.” Rozi nodded and summoned her sword, while Adrian summoned Dragonbane. Every step they took on that mountain was like walking over thin ice. The pair then cautiously approached the 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.

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.

It was very fancy with gold-plated designs on top of cherry wood. "It's nice, isn't it? Master Dave told me he had it esspecially made from Italy." Rosie trailed her fingers over the slick wood. "Yeah, it's gorgeous. So he sleeps down here, huh?" I said and looked around. I always read about vampires sleeping in coffins, but I didn't think it was true. What happens if they get a partner? Is there such thing as a couple's coffin? "It must get lonely in there," I commented. Rosie opened the casket. "Want to try it out?"

"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.

With a swift motion, he signaled to his accomplice, and together they sealed the coffin shut, plunging Emily into total darkness. As the reality of her situation worsened, Emily’s desperation reached a fever pitch. She pounded on the lid of the coffin with all her might, her fists bruising and bloodied from the futile struggle. Tears mingled with the sweat on her face as she screamed for help. The sound of muffled footsteps and distant voices filtered through the wooden walls of the coffin, indicating that she was being transported somewhere. The jolting motion of the coffin as it was lifted and carried sent waves of nausea through Emily, her world reduced to the darkness and the stifling co