A Rather Haunted Life Novels & Stories

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

(Isabella’s POV) The safe house was a tomb, filled with the ghosts of a life that wasn't mine. Dust sheets covered the heavy, ornate furniture, and the air was thick with the stale, stagnant scent of time. The brutal, adrenaline fueled escape from Bianchi’s gala felt a world away, but the true horror of the night was just beginning to settle in my bones, a cold, creeping dread that no locked door could keep out.

Anthony had come back to life too. He confessed, "In our previous life, I didn't marry you, it was Holly. Your parents claimed she was my savior, but I just couldn't warm up to her. That's why, when the time came to move on, I asked to be sent to the coldest, most remote outpost, hoping to get away from her. Sure enough, she couldn't stand the bleakness of the frontier and hightailed it back to Riverton in no time.

After leaving the old woman's house, Darren asked Cassian, "You're from the big city, Dr. York. I'm sure you're a lot more knowledgeable. Have you ever seen something like our situation here?" "I'm afraid not." Cassian had never even heard of such a thing before, let alone seen it. Darren informed him, "I previously reported to the authorities that it might be leprosy. But now, it seems as though it might not be a contagious disease at all. Maybe, as the villagers say, the place is haunted."

Henry**** The darkness around us seemed to close in as the power inside me pulsed, still alive and burning beneath my skin. I couldn’t escape it. It was a part of me now, a constant reminder that the life I had known—my identity, my safety, everything—was slipping from my grasp. But even as I felt its grip tightening, there was something else in the air. A presence, a force that had never been there before, and I wasn’t sure whether it was something to fear or trust.

For one fragile second, everything else disappeared. No hospital. No shame. No Lucian. No Adrian. Just this tiny heartbeat fighting to survive inside me. Then reality came crashing back. I lifted my head and stared at myself in the mirror. Pale skin. Messy curls. Dark shadows beneath hollow eyes. I looked haunted. “What kind of life am I bringing you into?” I whispered shakily. Two powerful men tearing each other apart. A family obsessed with bloodlines and heirs. Violence. Secrets. Death. And me—

I fell to my death from the 33rd floor. I died with my eyes open. No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't understand why any of this had happened. But I was given another chance, for I had come back to life. This time, I was determined to uncover the truth behind every one of those so-called accidents.

Life says, tilting her head to the side, considering. “Oh ew,” I whisper, raising a hand to my mouth, still staring up at Anton. “I mean, you were buried…whole. But…but what did the undertakers do? Did they like…take all your blood out?” “Oh my god,” Anton groans, covering his face with both hands, turning away from us all. “That’s so gross.” “Well, that’s inconvenient,” Life says on a sigh, looking even more bored and casual than Faiza, who doesn’t look quite shaken but is certainly more still and quiet than she usually is. “I guess you’ll need to get new blood. But surely that can be arranged –“

My pinky never fully healed, but it didn't bother me anymore. I married Julian, and by our second year together, we had our daughter. I bought the old company back. After all, it was something I'd fought so hard for. That dark chapter of my life no longer had the power to hold me down anymore. Then, one day, I got a call saying Joanna had been caught. I hurried to the police station, and they showed me a video. Henry was tortured so badly that he was almost unrecognizable, but the date stamp showed it wasn't from this year.