After Death Novels & Stories

"What's that tone? Were you and Vivian off pulling your stunts again? Reena Rayne, I told you—stay away from her." The phone felt like lead in my hand. I took a shaky breath. "Vivian's dead. You don't have to trash her anymore." Silence. Then Marco's voice came back. "You're really going along with her crap now? She jumps today, what—are you dying tomorrow? Or is this some fake-death prank? We're too busy to play your games, Reena." He hung up. No hesitation. And honestly? I felt relieved. Let them believe whatever they wanted.

Life couldn’t have been better. Despite that, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the Duttons were up to. I knew that as long as they didn’t find a body, they wouldn’t declare a death. This led to endless speculation in society about whether the two of us were truly dead. Rumors and gossip spread everywhere, but I remained unmoved. Every day, I soaked up the sun, watched handsome men by the sea, and lived a life of pure indulgence. After half a year, though, I started to get a little bored.

I said, cutting Adrian's sentence. “Yes, but only if the person's soul could still be found in the afterlife. Once he faces judgement and crosses over to the realm of the dead, there is no resurrection for their soul, no second chances. And we have 48 hours before a soul leaves the afterlife.” Adrian concluded.

When someone dies, no matter how intense their emotions were in life, they all turn to calm. After Eulalia died, she became a wandering soul. She had thought about various possibilities of the afterlife while she was alive, like the god of death coming to take her soul, meeting Satan. At worst, she thought she would see other dead people like her parents, grandparents, and Vincent, who never forgot to carry her home before he died... But there was none of that. She was the only special existence in all things between heaven and earth. She could see the living, but they couldn't see her.

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

Not everyone lives a good life in the afterlife. The afterlife is like a second life almost. It’s incredibly strange, and I can’t seem to wrap my mind around it fully. Zane understands it so much better than me, but he is also the son of Death, so that’s cheating in my book. The kids seem to grasp the concept pretty well, but not me. I never understood magic, and as much as I’ve tried over the years, it doesn't click in my brain. It’s a foreign concept that I can’t fully comprehend. I’m actually okay with not understanding it all. Besides, I don’t need to understand it. My role is to support, and I play my role very well.

"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.

she said. "Why is April 2 written here?" I asked in surprise because it was only an interval from my birthday. Maybe my birthday was celebrated yesterday, but he died the next day? Does that mean... "Yes. He's dead on arrival, Ara," she replied, my lips loosening. That only means... It was really the last time? By the time his body fell on my arm was he really gone? I just bit my lower lip because of the sadness, that for the last time I could touch his cold and lifeless body.

I didn't know. "Great. Then where else would I be travelling to?" "Ocean, then, fire and then-" "Wait, fire? What does that stands for now, huh?" "Nothing. Just fire." "Oh." He continued immediately without even considering my singled statement reply. "Then, the woods and then, the next life." "So, like the after life or something?" "No. No one has ever been to the afterlife unless they were dead." He replied, his brows sliding upwards in confusion. How was I supposed to know that next life and after life were different!