After Life Novels & Stories

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

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.

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."

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ”

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.

On the day Dad made me draw lots to choose a wife, I was about to draw a number when comments started flashing past. [Don't do it! The whole thing is rigged. You’ll only end up married to a hideous woman and be stuck in a cold, heartless marriage alliance with the Wests!] [You’ll end up the target of enemies of the West family even before you marry their daughter. You’ll fall into their devious trap and get burned to ashes in a fire!] [Your childhood sweetheart Mindy Sullivan has a bark that’s worse than her bite. Her disdain and disregard is just a farce. She really loves you. Marrying her is the right move!] My hand froze in midair. I told my dad that I wanted to marry Mindy. On my

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!

"Then came the realisation a while later that I was truly alone. The loneliness is the worst. Not even the darkness that surrounded me could compare to the loneliness that enveloped me from within. I felt empty, cast, alone. I was tired of crying. I was tired of screaming. My body was weak and I felt it. "In that particular moment, I cursed my immortality. I just wanted to die for it to all be over. But then, I thought to myself: what if I was dead already? After all, no one knows what the after life looks like. What if that pitch blackness was all the vision im the after life? Maybe I was truly dead but why was death so lonely

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.

he exclaimed and left. I didn’t have any choice, but stay alive. Yes, I had to be alive for that man’s packaging. Is he an angel, who showed me, that I had to live or maybe it’s a coincidence. But there’s no coincidence in the world where fate has already been written for each person. I didn’t want to go back to the hospital. I didn’t want to see these faces full of sorrow and misery. And there’s probably still no news about Lincoln. He is still in coma.