After Death Novelas e Histórias

There was a whiteboard hanging on the wall of our house. Written right across the center was a countdown to my end. [Estimated time until Freya's heart failure: 47 days.] Every morning, my mother meticulously wiped away yesterday’s number and wrote down the new one. It was like a countdown for a store clearance sale—precise, detached, and filled with quiet anticipation. My name is Freya Mason, and I’m twelve years old. I was born with a congenital heart defect. The specialists told my family that without a three-million-dollar surgery, I wouldn't survive another six months. My father, Daniel Mason, is worth over two billion dollars. Yet, he looked at my life and said, "Three million do

"Yes. How could the smell of death be mixed with hope? When someone dies they turned into ashes and that was the end of it." Elisia moved and positioned herself on top of him. Her chin was on his chest while she looked at him with admiration. "Do you really believe that?" She asked. Thane frowned. He couldn't understand why she asked him that question. Maybe because she was immortal that it was hard for her to believe that nothing comes after death. "You see, death and hope are always with us. Even creatures like us could perish someday. But we always hope that it would not happen. If it did happen, those we left behind hoped for our peaceful journey to the af

Chapter 38 - Reborn Alora What happens after death? Most believe that you enter the Veil, your lost loved ones all waiting to greet you on the other side. But what happens for those who are made, not born or a true life force? What happens when they die? Do they just disappear and become nothing but matter in time and space? Is there an afterlife for them too? If that were true, then when would it happen? When would I feel myself fade away and become whatever it was I would become?

“Cool. So, this is the afterlife. I’ve gone and died, haven’t I?” That is for you to decide. It can be an end for you. “An end? Not the end?” Yes. An end. Not the end. You may choose if you wish to live on and brave the waves of the life you left. You may equally choose to move on and be at one with the after-realm, this realm of spirits. “As much as I wish to go back, didn’t you see what just happened? A bunch of soldiers shot me dead. I cannot physically recover, can I?”

Just as I was sobbing uncontrollably, those magical little texts appeared again. [Oh, it's really heartbreaking to see. Hurry up and finish the story; your mother is waiting for you in the new world.] [She used up all her points to get this opportunity. Once your life ends here, you can immediately go to her side.] I forcefully wiped away my tears, sobbing softly, "Really? If I die... I can see my mother?" [Absolutely! Your mother knew you were suffering and couldn't come back, and she was frantic. She used up all her points to exchange for a reward from the system. Once your life ends here, you can immediately be teleported to her side to enjoy happiness!]

was dead, LIFE AFTER DEATH Awoditi began his experience while he was dead, " immediately after I lost my life here, I saw myself standing a few steps away from where I had died, I still saw my body lied on the ground and my head was seated not too far from it, I screamed and shouted, I needed to get back alive as I was mad at the witch who had made me to face you in Battle, no matter how hard I tried to get back into my body, I just couldn't a strong force was forcing me apart from every living things, just as I was there Aro too showed up, he had also died and had joined we the dead, I noticed some more crowd joining us now and then, I knew I was not suppose

I wanted so badly to tell them, "Don’t cry. I wasn’t going to live much longer anyway." But it was as if some invisible force pulled me away, dragging me back to Zac. Was my attachment to Zac really so deep? Even in death, I was drawn back to him? But before I died, I had stopped loving him. I had let him go and given him back to Eve. When I saw him, I was shocked. The man in front of me was disheveled and defeated, with a face covered in stubble. He was nothing like the Zac I once knew. That Zac was always meticulous, never letting a hair fall out of place.

She was struck by the impossible absurdity of the situation. This was questioning the very core of her belief in life,death and the afterlife.These things were the trademarks of fiction and Hollywood movies. Could it be possible?Could some semblance of the soul remain even after death?Could this remnant of a mortal existence find a way to manifest itself,even after being dead for so long? For a heartbeat Beth imagined that she was unconscious,that when she’d left Marcus to race up the stairs,she'd fallen and hit her head and this was all some vivid dream.

The energy bounced back like it was reflected off a field. "What was that?" Natalia asked. "What did you just try to do?" "I tried to heal you." "I'm already dead. I have to return to my realm to heal." "Wait, can you die?" She nodded curtly. I pressed a clean towel to her wounds. "What happens after you die?" She shrugged. "It's the same as with humans. They don't know about contracts. So there may be something better like the next level heaven or hell, or maybe we just stop existing."

I'm dead. Really dead. Finally dead. Completely dead. No resurrection. No return. No coming back. Just dead. But I'm conscious. Aware. Existing. Somewhere. Somehow. In the After. The True After. The place beyond everything. "Hello, Aurora." Death greets me. The same Death I met before. "Welcome back. You chose me. Really chose me. Finally chose me. No tricks. No resurrections. No escapes. Just death. Real death. Forever death."