After Dead Novels & Stories

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

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I listened to them speak, eventually freezing into ice. Silence grew once more in the room. However, the temperature was still dropping. My mind grew even hazier. 'Mom, I'm coming to you. I'm sorry. I can't live on. I'm sorry...' I was dead. I died. I died in that icy basement they locked me in. As the last shreds of warmth fled my body, I thought to myself, 'If there is a next life, I don't want to see them again.' However, I never realized my mind would stay past my death.

The way she plays with it warns everybody away. Her lifeline is just death, piss her off and an early grave becomes inevitable. I could see why they call her After. She's exactly what one looks like when there's no more life to live. You just kept breathing, every human emotion- dead. I rode that path months ago. I am in the finishing stage, the one you get when you are just about done. And it is because of that reason Zero and I just can't be, I know he knows it now but we haven't spoken the words yet.

"Ms. Blackwood died on May 20th at Central City Hospital. If you're her friend, the funeral service is being held at Eastside Memorial Cemetery. It started an hour ago." With that, the man hung up. Marcus stared at his phone, his hands beginning to shake. A strange panic crept up his chest, but he pushed it down. This had to be fake. Another one of my elaborate schemes. "Who was that?" Celeste asked from the bed. "Nothing important," Marcus said quickly. "Just some prank call." But deep inside, a tiny voice whispered that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't a game. He knew me too well though. I loved him desperately. I would never actually leave him. I would never really choose to die.

I nodded and turned my eyes to the road in front of us. Yes. Look ahead. The past was past. The Aria Sterling who had been a widow for Axel Thorne for six years was dead. Now, all I wanted was to live.

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.

Wilbur shouted all of a sudden, "Augheimer, don't look him in the eyes!" Augheimer locked eyes with Adela and felt his mind promptly go blank. Wilbur exploded with an even more powerful energy aura, and Adela struggled with all his might but was unable to escape. He turned into a skeleton instantly before turning to dust and scattering into the air. The energy aura disappeared, and Wilbur fell onto the ground in the sitting position as his chest heaved. Augheimer returned to his senses in a panic, asking, "Wait, where's Adela?" "He's dead."

I was sinking into the bed of flowers. I looked around for something—anything—that I could use to stabilize myself, but I was sinking fast. "Fuck this!" I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness my fall. Is it possible for someone to die again in the afterlife, because I may likely be the first? I could imagine what my obituary would be like; here lies the spirit of Isabella, who dies in the afterlife.

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.

"I'll transfer enough of my energy into her heart and you will transfer whatever spark that's left of her soul into Freya." I gasped. Freya was her youngest daughter who had taken her life the previous day. "That's stupid! It won't work." I yelled at her. "Freya has been dead for more than a day now." "Her heart isn't completely dead. Just her brain. I used a spell-" She was too weak to say too much. She pointed a bony finger to the far corner. I walked over there. Freya's body lay against the wall. I didn't need to touch the girl to know her heart was still beating. It was very faint.