Sao Laughing Coffin Novels & Stories

"Lucifer, what do you think now? Do you still believe the Pope and Yohan can harm His Majesty? With an S-class dragon vein to empower him, His Majesty wields limitless might. Maybe you should be more worried about your dear Pope, lest he be the one crushed instead!" Lucifer was at a complete loss for words. At that moment, Morgan raised his hand and commanded, "Open the coffin!" The 800 avian alpha beasts roared in unison, unleashing their full power, pushing with everything they had against the massive lid. This amount of force was indeed necessary. The bronze coffin was simply too enormous. It was 300 feet long and 3,000 feet wide. This was not just a simple coffin. It was a colossal, floa

The man looked at Andraste Cheever’s corpse inside the coffin. Then, he laughed heartily again. His laughter was very sharp and terrifying, like that of an evil spirit. This group of people seemed very bizarre as they stood there, making the place look like the underworld. The man beckoned, and the coffin was closed again. "Take it away." His four entourages jumped into Andraste's grave and lifted his coffin from the mud. After that, they returned the same way they came.

Bima and two funeral attendants in black uniforms began working, lowering the ropes to steady the coffin. Just as the coffin was about to reach the bottom of the grave, a sudden loud thud was heard from inside. Everyone was startled. Morgan and Bima exchanged glances, confused and terrified. “What was that?” Alice whispered, clutching Morgan’s arm. Before Bima could answer, a second, louder thud occurred. Then, the sound of heavy wood scraping followed, accompanied by a forceful push of the coffin lid from within. Suddenly, the coffin lid was violently shoved aside. Slowly emerging from within was the figure of Marcel. His face was deathly pale, his eyes wide open, his white burial shroud di

“Suspicious packages, things I don’t even want to name… handcuffs, colorful bottles, and… and things that flashed!” She covers her mouth, trying not to laugh. “Things that flashed?” she repeats, pretending innocence. “Yes! And other things that… my God, I don’t even know what they were!” Saulo runs a hand over his face in despair. “I swear, if anyone had seen me standing there, they would’ve thought I was opening some kind of adults-only store!” Denise can’t hold it in anymore. A laugh escapes her, soft at first, then loud and contagious.

The day before the high school reunion, the queen bee who'd bullied me for three years suddenly posted a video in the group chat. In the video, my 220-pound high school self was locked inside a bathroom, with a piece of paper stuck to the back of my uniform that read: [No Food for Pigs] The group chat instantly erupted. [Holy shit, she's coming to the reunion?] [Do you think the hotel chairs can hold her?] [After all these years, she can't possibly still be so fat she won't even fit through the door, right?] Naomi White, the queen bee who'd led the bullying back then, tagged me. [Old friend, everyone wants to see you. You have to come to the reunion this time.] Soon, someone started

I stumbled back to my chambers, wanting one last look at Gracie before I died. But when I opened the coffin, I froze. The body I had guarded day and night... was melting. The once-lifelike skin was turning into gray mud. In the middle of the pile lay a deactivated glamour rune. "A fake?" My hand trembled as I scooped up the mud. My mind blanked. Then, a tidal wave of wild, ecstatic joy crashed over me. She isn't dead! It was a double, made by an illusion! "That clever, damn she-wolf..." I was laughing and crying at the same time. "Gracie, you tricked me! How dare you run from me with a trick like this!"

“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.

“Likes cosplay.” I read the line aloud and burst out laughing. Next to it stood a wardrobe packed with every kind of lingerie imaginable. From bunny girls to cat girls, I ended up picking a fox-girl outfit. There wasn’t any deeper reason behind my choice. The fox tail was fluffier, and honestly, it looked warmer. A pair of ivory candles flickered softly nearby. Following the ritual, I completed the vows before climbing straight into the enormous crystal coffin. Our Lord lay silently inside. He looked in his twenties.

"Do I love artifacts that much? It belongs in a museum, so that everyone can see it!" Winking at Frank she then purred, "And aside from artifacts, I'm also interested in handsome men!" Frank chuckled and picked her up before leaping down. Soon, they arrived on the ground beneath. Frank's ring then shone, and Sylvie turned to see a coffin laying on the water. It was flowing along the current but much slower, as if bound by water. It was a strange coffin too—it looked like it was carved out of jade, and Sylvie noticed how smooth it was as she touched it. The surface was sculpted with detailed patterns, and it could even compare with the sarcophagus of kings.

the Black Merchant admits it with a shrug. “Here, This way” The Black Merchant led Zhu Wushang toward a golden sarcophagus in the middle of the vast room. The Sarcophagus has the face of a monster that the position of its mouth has a hole that seems to be deep as if this hole is deliberately left there for someone to pour something into it. Seeing the golden sarcophagus, Zhu Wushang can’t help but tease. “This is the second time I saw an over-the-top coffin. Did you guys like these things very much?”