Afterlife Book Series Novels & Stories

Her mom caressed her hair to calm her down. "Something bad happened again? Why are you so nervous, my dear Ophelia?" Her mom asked. "I was attacked by a group of vampires, mom. They tried to hurt me and my friend." Alexis answered. "Do you also know someone named Leirey?" She asked. "The Moon Goddess from the Dark World." Her mom answered. "Our world is in the Alternate Dark World. It is an another version of their Dark World but it's darker than them." Her mom explained.

After they put the bodies together, Thalia, Canary, Sin and I start walking back. “What are they doing with the bodies?” Canary asked. “Burning them, as is custom.” I said. “So, you cremate everyone?” Sin asked. “Yeah, but we don’t save the ashes in urns. That’s a very human thing.” We continued walking and pretty soon, we were in the middle of the pack again. I am getting some very strange looks. It’s not every day that an Alpha escorts two humans into the pack after all. ‘That was really nice how you took down the other rogue, Aiden.’

I went to the hospital for a checkup and found out I wasn't just showing signs of early menopause; I also had diabetes and high blood pressure. Marcus not only mocked my appearance but also openly brought other women to the villa for the night. I was so furious that I had a stroke and collapsed, begging him to take me to the hospital. Without sparing me a glance, he walked straight into our bedroom with the woman he'd brought home. By the time someone found me the next day, it was too late. I died on the way to the hospital. Now that I'd been given a second chance at life, I was determined to uncover the cause and never let history repeat itself.

"Also, Celeste is moving in next week. Remember to clear out your personal belongings quickly. Don't take up space." Until the last moment of my life, all Mom could think about was Celeste. So in her heart, I really was just an object that could be discarded at any time. Fine then... Ethan seemed to be crying and shouting something in my ear, but I couldn't hear anything anymore. After fighting for so many years, I was truly exhausted. Finally, I could get a good night's sleep... May 20th, Aria Blackwood died at Central City Hospital, age 27.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

Four of them total. Three are Silver Hunters, and the fourth ... is Sara Khalek. A gasp flies from my lips, and Davis shifts into his wolf form. "Sara." I rush to her side and feel her cheek. She's cold. She's been dead for many hours, maybe for days. Davis sniffs one of the bodies, his wolf lips curling back. "She put up a good fight." His bass werewolf voice echoes in the small room. I close my eyes against the tears. "Are there any others in here?"

I hold onto a bookshelf, my head spinning. "It's a lot to take in," Alice says. "I know." I wipe my brow with the back of my hand. Did I really just accept that I'm a non-human? I laugh, but the sound is hollow. How could I be so stupid? Alice touches my shoulder. "It's okay. I know it's a lot, but you'll get used to it." I'm not sure I want to. "There are more than werewolves, though," she adds. "There are witches, and vampires, and succubi—"

Church bells tolled in the background, and wails of grief rose up. Aiden presided over the ritualistic vampire burial, as Caleb personally shoveled the dirt. “…to resurrect another day,” Aiden finished chanting, “in God’s ultimate grace.” Caleb stood there, tears in his eyes, feeling surreal, out of touch with his body. Person after person walked up to him, to try to offer condolences. But there were none to be had.

the beta in questions daughter in so little. Nudity in packs is not an unusual thing but I preferred what was mine to stay mine. I was definitely not comfortable walking around in my birthday suit like some and I didn’t see that changing ever. Just as I reach the door handle I hear muffled male voices and turn. A group of the Alphas were in the hallway. One of them taller than the rest, catches my eye, their jaw clenching. They return their attention to the group and redirect them in the opposite direction. I step in the bathroom and try to think where I had seen him before. He was taller than the rest, tan with rock solid muscle. Intimidating to look at and that’s saying something consider

I was too ugly to be seen at that point. I buried my head between my legs, wondering... Now I'm dead, does the original Serena take possession of her body now, or is the body discarded as just a villainous tigress? Why do I feel so unaccomplished? I folded up in the void, lying down. I know I looked ridiculous, but I was lonely. Then a blinding light engulfed me. I was raised high into the clouds before being dropped carefully, my bare feet touching the clouds. On the light frame was written AFTERLIFE in bold letters, and beneath it, in italics, HELL.