Novel & Cerita Afterdeath Ship

C managed to catch it right out of the air, and it happened so fast I didn't even see him make a move. The metal hissed against his palm. Every hunter instantly shifted formation. Not around him. Around me. Target acquisition. My stomach dropped. Not captive. Not victim. Threat. There it was. The final illusion dying quietly inside my ribs. There was no going back. Elias’s voice echoed coldly through the cathedral. “Selene Virell is deceased.” The words hit harder than any weapon. “She ceased to be human the moment she turned.” Some of the hunters glanced at each other uncertainly - I knew a few of them, we had been through training together, and we had been wounded together too.

"Fran, midnight has arrived. You just need to die in this world, and you can go back." I picked up a sharp piece of glass and raised my hand, dragging the jagged edge across my artery. Finally, I was leaving this world where no one loved me. Everything was finally going to end.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I listened to them speak, eventually freezing into ice. Silence grew once more in the room. However, the temperature was still dropping. My mind grew even hazier. 'Mom, I'm coming to you. I'm sorry. I can't live on. I'm sorry...' I was dead. I died. I died in that icy basement they locked me in. As the last shreds of warmth fled my body, I thought to myself, 'If there is a next life, I don't want to see them again.' However, I never realized my mind would stay past my death.

"Must have carried fifty thousand people." "Life signs?" "Faint. Very faint. But present. Something is alive in there." They docked carefully. Boarded the derelict. The ship was a tomb. Bodies everywhere. Thousands of them. Preserved by vacuum and cold. "They died centuries ago," the medical officer said. "Looks like life support failed. They suffocated." "Then what is generating the life signs?" They followed the signals. Deep into the ship. To the cryo bay. And they found them.

"Elara, if your friends aren't here..." "They’re here," she whispered, looking at a small, pulsing light on her own modified watch. "Drop the anchor. Kill the lights. We have to go completely cold." They sat in the pitch-black silence of the North Atlantic. The only sound was the water slapping against the hull and the heavy, terrified breathing of the four of them. Suddenly, a massive shape rose from the depths—not a submarine, but a gargantuan, rust-stained hull of a ship that seemed to materialize out of the fog. It had no lights, no flags. It was a ghost ship of the modern age.

“Lady Ever—” “No names.” Becky lifted a hand without slowing. “Not mine. Not yours. Not tonight.” The man bowed his head. “As you wish.” “Is the ship ready?” “Aye.” He jerked his chin toward the vessel moored at the far end of the dock. It was a weather-beaten cargo ship, hull patched, sails rolled, the Eastwind insignia freshly painted over with a darker, unfamiliar crest. “False flag, false registry, false manifests. No one’ll track where she’s goin’.”

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.

Vanessa’s sharp voice cut through the heavy silence: “That’s... impossible. She’s dead. We saw her fall.” Damien’s dark eyes hardened, jaw tightening. “We thought she was dead... before.” A War Reborn The screen shifted, displaying satellite footage of something massive rising from the depths of the ocean—a warship-like structure, sleek and armored, deadlier than anything we’d ever faced. Suddenly, static crackled through the secured comms, breaking the fragile silence. "You thought you ended me... but I was never yours to kill..."

My vision blurred as I slowly faded away. In my final moments, I caught one last glimpse of the flowers he had placed before my grave. White hyacinths—symbols of unspoken love...

However, I smiled and replied, "I don't want to know. I've been troubled by them before death, so I don't want the same to happen after I die." But I vaguely recalled what the angel had told me. He said there was a female ghost who cried my name all day long in hell. I heard that it was a place where souls could never be reincarnated. As for Harvey—from the look on Grandma's face, it was clear his fate wasn't any better than Nelly's.