Afterlife Book Series Novels & Stories

Hey guys, I apologise for the delays with the edits for this book. I appreciate everyone that has stuck by me and my characters as I traverse the difficulties of juggling life and the love of writing for you all. Chapter 70-Alpha Ceremony is now the official ending of Book 1, A Deadly Obsession, and I hope you can all be patient with me a little longer as I get through the changes for the beginning of book 2, Blood-Moon Rising.

Because of his knowledge of and skill with animals, he often proved invaluable during the occasional encounter with a wild beast; especially those that were extinct on the surface. The second volunteer was a female named Alice. In her mid-twenties, Alice’s face showed the signs of wear and worry. Even so, the permanent creases that greedily occupied her young flesh didn’t deter from the sparkle of life in her dancing blue eyes. She’d weathered being orphaned right after the war and being raised within a group of wanderers that slowly fell prey to either the zombies or the aliens. Desperate for survival, she and the few remaining in her group migrated to inner earth. Completely unprepar

"She got infected, turned into one of those things, and I was forced to put her down. And... I- it was after, the autopsy reported revealed that she was three weeks pregnant," "I am so sorry," I whispered, biting my inner cheeks, I might can't remember but I imagine having to take the life of the person you love, "But other from that," He cheerfully added, "I have a nephew who is too kind, too stupid and I don't even know how he survived the apocalypse... But he did. And- I am going to pick up as soon as I ID you, he is an essential worker, a graveyard caretaker..."

Deacon then said giving her a small smile which she replied with a nod. Deacon prepared and arranged everything! From the airport, he personally pick her up even she knows he’s busy too. He also told her that their family, some relatives and friends are all waiting inside the Stolk family mausoleum inside their grandma’s huge estate. There will be a mass and will have to rest her mom’s remains in there beside their grandpa’s. Together, Deacon and Arianne walk beside each other going to their family. Deacon hold his Aunt Lauren’s ashes that was put in a beautifully designed urn.

But there was no medicine for regret. "Alessia, I hope we never meet again in the next life." He stood up and looked at the grave one last time. "Find someone who will cherish you and live a peaceful life." The sun was setting. He turned and walked away. His shadow stretched long behind him. I watched his back as my form slowly scattered into the wind. Salvatore was alive, but he was suffering more than the dead. The rest of his life would be a prison without walls. That was the greatest punishment he could ever receive.

Or is it? The final question: What comes after death when you've refused everything? When you've stayed yourself? When you've won by losing? Tell me what you think happens next! Is there peace? Another test? A final twist? Chapter 92 is THE AFTER! END OF CHAPTER NINETY-ONE

It should've been that despicable woman's child who died, not mine. Derick, alarmed, moved to silence Jasmine, but it was too late. Her accusation had already ignited the fury of the family elders. "Die from sickness? Ayden is the White family's heir, our boss's own grandson. How dare you wish death upon him? Derick, are you looking to get shot alongside your adopted sister?" Derick, his heart pounding, swallowed hard and hissed at Jasmine, "Have you lost your mind? Stop spewing garbage and apologize this instant!"

Funny how the man I got married to a few hours ago, had no intentions to save me, if anything, he wanted me killed and out of his way. Pain shot through my chest like I was stabbed with a dagger, but I tried so hard not to show any emotions. Devils like Vincenzo feeds on emotions and I wasn’t letting him feed on mine. “It’d be a win if I take your wife along with me to the afterlife. Wouldn’t it?” The mob leaned forward, his breath fanning my ear. “Say your goodbye to your husband who wants you dead." My heart lodged in my throat and my survival instinct kicked in..

He simply replied, "I deduced as much." "Well, you deduced correctly. There have been three more deaths in the last two days," Darren reported grimly. "Was the cause of death for these three the same as the previous ones?" Cassian pressed. "It was the same," Darren said. "None of them had any external injuries. When they died, their eyes were wide open, like they'd been scared to death by something." Scared to death? Frowning, Cassian asked, "Where are their bodies?" "Their bodies disappeared," Darren replied. "After they were buried, the graves were dug up the next morning. The coffins were still there, but the bodies were gone."

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.