Afterdeath Ship Novels & Stories

My death, the concealment of my death from the world, and the perfect hiding for the murderer… "Alright, I get it." She reached out to wipe the tears from her face and returned to the elegant look. "I will remember that." Charles and Derek were relieved to see that. I was watching everything that happened from the side. It did not matter to me. I knew long ago that they did not love me. Even so, why did my heart still hurt? The next day, Susan went to the crematorium alone and collected my ashes. She did not go home directly but went to the orphanage where I was found.

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.

Woods said a quick, silent prayer, hoping that the big southern girl didn’t freeze her ass off on her way up to the Pearly Gates. Thirty simple seconds tick-tocked on by, and despite the electric crackle of expectancy in the air, Mama Metcalf remained well and truly dead. Even her blood had stopped flowing, ruby diamonds on a cigarette-butt strewn patch of land. The old woman across from her, Wanda Mabry, would also never move again. Her index finger was curved inwards as though still depressing an invisible trigger that shot invisible bullets of hatred at a sky that would never die. Sirens sung in the distance. When the hospice alarm was activated an automatic call out was prompted to the f

Fernández moved as quickly as he could to catch up and was so focused on the pumping of his legs that he nearly slammed into the Golem when the bigger man stopped dead in his tracks. “Holy Mary, Mother of God,” said the Golem. Fernández poked his head out from behind Charley. On the unnamed waterway of the Mississippi that ran behind the U-Store-It! complex sat a dilapidated, burnt husk of a paddle wheeler. Through the soot, they could make out one word on the side of the ship. Sultana. The Civil War ghouls boarded the vessel via a series of wooden planks, and a large man, naked from the waist up, waved a mock greeting at the ex-Rangers.

Every passing second shredded his nerves. "Please… don't take her away…" That was when he finally understood that the greatest punishment wasn't death, but living on. He had to carry on with endless regret in a world where I no longer existed. After some time, the resuscitation efforts finally stopped. The doctor stepped out and shook his head with regret. "I'm sorry. We did everything we could." In that moment, Salvatore's world collapsed.

And next to our name, carved in smaller letters, there was a line that said, "May we never meet again in the afterlife." This was my final punishment for them. I would never forgive them forever.

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

—thousands of derelict ships, some made of iron, some of glass, all caught in a permanent, silent graveyard around the planet. "We aren't the first to escape," Mara said, her voice hollow as she stared at the monitors. "We're just the latest." The derelicts were a grim mirror of their own history. They saw ships that looked like the Sun-Forge’s spires, and ships that looked like the Great Engine’s older brothers. All of them were cold. All of them were empty. "The Siren didn't just let them go," Audrey realized, her eyes fixed on a massive, shattered vessel that bore a striking resemblance to the First King’s original bunker. "She hunted them. Look at the puncture marks. Those aren't from as

The blast wasn't too big but enough to make them cover their ears and lay on the ground, on their chest. They were all shocked to see the unexpected blast, but it was good for them. Cause now there was NO chance that she would survive. After watching the car burn down for some time, they returned to the warehouse. "She's dead." Oliver told his father, who was unexpectedly standing near the entrance. "Then what is this?" He said and pointed towards the wall. As Oliver looked closely, he noticed that something was written on it, most likely by Summer, as they called her. "I'll come back." Was what she wrote on that wall, with her blood. The blood was dripping down, which made the font look spo

“Then…what about it?!” “Forget about it!” Jack roared. “Alia! Start the ship! Marcus! Get Victor on board! Quick!” The group rushed onto the “Black Mary” in a disheveled state. Jack rushed to the anchor and slashed the thick mooring rope with his dagger! "Boom—" The cargo ship's engines roared deafeningly under Aria's (remote hacking) control. The ship slowly pulled away from the dock. On shore, the belated National Guard "puppet" soldiers and the swarming bounty hunters could only watch helplessly as the massive cargo ship, carrying the "walking immortality," disappeared into the vast night sea.