After Dead Novels & Stories

⸻ And again. Elara stepping out alive. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Poised. ⸻ Standing beside Aaron. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ ALIVE. ⸻ ⸻ Her breathing became uneven. ⸻ “No…” she whispered. ⸻ Hands trembling slightly. ⸻ “That’s impossible.” ⸻ Because dead people— weren’t supposed to come back. ⸻ ⸻ Then came the second blow.

From the night crows to the bouquets that appear and mysteriously disappear, nothing more matched reality for more than two decades, Artemisia felt dumb to still be impressed by the events of recent weeks. "If I'm a... Undead, why don't I remember when I died? Is it some rule of the Spirits of the Beyond The Grave?” Leonore wanted to laugh, she saw it in the background of those blue porcelain eyes of the girl. "No, everyone who dies and continues to walk remembers their deaths, but you don't... died, technically it was barely a living thing.” Artemisia's face was pure confusion, she thought. Since Leonore let out a sigh and got ready in bed. It seemed like it was going to be a long talk.

“Hm. So what are you doing here?” What was he supposed to say? “Are you dream walking?” She sounded intrigued. The nearly dead had a way of knowing things the living couldn’t even begin to understand. “In a manner of speaking. It’s more like … dream observing.” “Well,” she said, turning away to look at the group of mourners standing around her grave, “not much to observe here, is there?” He smiled. “You’re here.” “I’m boring.” “No, you’re not.” “I’m dying. Dying people are boring – we don’t have much to say.”

My breath came out in ragged, shallow gasps. The last thing I remember hearing was Kaden screaming for me to wake up before everything became completely dark. I am dead. I know that I am dead because the pain has now faded away to an icy numbness. I couldn't feel anything, I couldn't hear anything and I couldn't see anything. It was peaceful here. ‘Where am I?’ ‘Was this the afterlife?’ ‘Was I in heaven?’ I shot several rounds of questions at myself but got no answers to one.

Adam's deep voice was interspersed with a white cloth covering Nadhea's body who needed calm from her first trauma. However, Nadhea feels guilty in her old life Seeing Her Dead Division teammates replaced Nadhea takes the bus away even though her life is threatened as well. 'I finally finished meddling about this. Oh my God, I can't believe driving that death bus anymore,' inner Nadhea asked for a warm hug from Adam Smith emitting his alpha pheromones.

The thoughts that she had drowned and came to the afterlife caused her feet to wobble. She was dead, she was already dead and her Dad had come to welcome her to the hereafter. Oh, no! She was not supposed to die, she was not supposed to die yet. She still had lots of things she had not done yet.

Jack’s cold and hoarse voice rang out in the empty room. Hearing this voice, Adalind trembled with fear. She had watched the previous death livestreams, and now that she heard this voice at the scene, she was so terrified that she almost peed her pants. She also knew in her heart that anyone who played the Death Inquisitor’s games had all died. There were many people who were smarter, stronger, and fiercer than her, but none of them survived, so she completely understood her situation. “I don’t want to play games with you. Please let me go. You’re mistaken. I’m really not a bad woman.”

People always say when you're dead you won't feel a thing and all you see is a bright light leading you to the afterlife. Well... That's all a lie. When you die, you feel your spirit being disconnected with the world. You feel your life drawn from your body and you feel your self floating in the afterlife. You feel the conformation that you're dead. You don't see a thing at all. You see pure darkness you hear uninterrupted silence as you go deeper into the afterlife.

Squinting her eyes, she realized that the transparent thing looked very similar to her, the only difference was the golden halo above the head. "If she's dead… Why don't I have a golden halo-like her's?" Tang Yazhu muttered when suddenly, a thought came to mind. According to the books and movies that she has read thus far, there was such a thing as "possession." This ignited her heart and loosened the tight grip that has been on her heart since she died. "Since she's dead now, does that mean that I can possess it?!" With that thought in mind, a flicker of hope shined in her eyes. Without delay, she arrived at the dead female body even faster than the Flash.

I tell him meekly as I feel my fear closing in on me again, while under his gaze. His hand grips my jaw tightly as he makes me loom up at his tall figure, "To you, I'm Death. Don't ask questions," "OK-" my door suddenly opened and he was gone as Mika entered the house She saw my dad as he lay dead in a pool of blood before looking at me. I was stunned, so stunned. What had just happened within the last 15 minutes of my life? "Oh shit, Gabi," she pulled me into a tight hug as she pets my hair as my face was squished in her chest, "You can stay with me- wait, you're not crying," she pulls my head back up