After Death Novels & Stories

Death Contract They say that reincarnation may be true because no one in the world can tell what there is in the afterlife. Nor can anyone prove that fictional things are not true. So I, I believe that in this world we have things we don't know but it's better that we just don't know. "I'll borrow this book," I uttered while reaching the book to the Librarian. The book is entitled Death Contract. When I read its description earlier the book already caught my attention. So I took it.

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.

"The coastal station is compromised. There’s an old subway tunnel five miles from here that leads to the 'Dead Zone'—the ruins of the first city. That’s where Life Zero began." ​We ran. ​The five miles felt like five minutes. With the Scythe active, my physical limits were gone. I was a blur of violet light, and Julian—connected to me through the bond—kept pace, his movements fluid and lethal. We were no longer a doctor and a patient; we were two halves of a single, devastating storm. ​We reached the entrance to the "Dead Zone"—a rusted iron gate swallowed by overgrown vines that pulsed with a strange, sickly blue light. This was where the "Modern World" ended and the "Supernatural World" be

he said quietly, then retreated into shadow. When the grave was filled, Ophelia pressed a palm to the mound. “Your brief light will guide me,” she whispered. Snowflakes melted on her hand. Thorn spoke, rough with emotion. “War steals too much. I swear no blow will touch you again while I draw breath.” Ophelia met his gaze—friend, guard, unlikely brother in grief. “We endure,” she whispered. “Not for victory. For memory.” --- #### Ashes of Tomorrow Back in Cell Nine—straw replaced by blankets—Ophelia lay awake, pain ebbing to a hollow throb. Through the slit window stars burned, merciless and clear.

"If you don't want to live, then you can die too." To my surprise, that one strike had not only killed Tyler but also awakened Evelyn. But Edith had already stopped listening to Evelyn's words. She stared blankly ahead, like her soul had left her body. I followed her gaze. It was where Tyler had fallen. I sighed and left the hospital.

family that was about to embark on a fresh new life. A life without me in it. They didn't know that day was exactly the seventh day after my death.

My fingers were covered in frostbite because of it. "Trying to please me, huh? Fine, you succeeded. If you donate bone marrow to Caleb now, you'll be my best daughter for the rest of your life," Mom said. Before my death, I would have dreamed of hearing those words. But now, it didn't matter anymore. After all, she couldn't find me. I was already dead. … April 9th, 2025. Cloudy. The 99th day after my death. In the past few days, I had seen them search every corner of the town. Every blade of grass in the park, every alleyway, and every trash can had been searched.

It just so happened that a rare opportunity became available. Before she reincarnated, I told her, "I'll wait for you in heaven. I'll reincarnate into your daughter again once you grow up." I made a wish with the last of my good karma. "May we continue to meet each other as mother and daughter in our next life. I also hope that I won't ever give my heart to the wrong person again." … Later, I met Grandma in heaven. She had passed away in the garden pavilion. She told me she only came after making arrangements for everything. "Before I died, I buried your ashes somewhere he'd never be able to find."

But Cairo's voice stopped me, sharp and pleading through his sobs. "Your Highness! Please tell me! Is there an afterlife in this world? If I die now, Master and I will definitely meet again in the afterlife, right?!" I paused, half-turning to look at him. His face was a mess of blood and tears, his eyes wild with a hope I couldn't bear. "There is no afterlife," I said, my voice flat and cold, a blade to sever his delusion. It was the truth I clung to - no redemption, no reunion, just the dark and the dust.

Soon the spurts subsided and the five braced themselves to turn, each unaware of who had dealt the deathblow, and hoping against hope that it had not been them. Eddie gave a final kick. His arm dangled over the side of the rubber-covered hospital mattress. He was still now, as graceful in death as Geraldine hoped he had managed to be in life. Though of that, she wasn’t the judge and jury. Yes, the world may be ending, but she still believed in some things. The walls around the end of the bed, like the floor beneath those soon to squeak wheels, were adorned with ruby pinwheels of blood. It was an ugly, yet beautiful sight. Exquisite and pure.