Afterlife Experience Stories Novels & Stories

The only difference between this dream and the ones before is that this is the first time he had spoken to me in a dream. Is it possible that my dreams really happened? I remember several years ago, we went to a carnival and visited a fortune teller. Bree and I were shocked by her words. She told Bree that she would bring peace to the world if she survived. And she told me that death had followed me throughout my life because it wants to prevent me from finding my true destiny. Bree and I rolled our eyes at her words and wrote her off as a wacko. But thinking back now, I have to wonder if her words were true. I mean, what are the odds that I’ve had dreams of seeing Azazel in different lifeti

I murmured, picking up a cushion from beside me. It had been a week now since I came back from the Underworld. Nobody had yet asked me anything about the near-death experience. That's what the doctors liked to call it. That’s what they thought had happened to me. How was I to tell anyone—because I wanted, I really truly wanted to tell them—that I had died. I had died for a moment there and I hadn’t almost come back.

Saira's POV. I awoke to paws prodding on my chest. I could hear a voice in the distant muttering some chants. Is this how everyone feels after death. I am dead, right? Do wild animals handle us in afterlife? Perhaps they are creatures for specific purpose? This must be a transit booth or something. I need to see. Why do my eyelids feel so heavy? Where are the rest of my body parts. I felt a jerk and salty water hit my tongue as it rose from inside me and I coughed it out of my mouth.

I wonder how many of us had she met for her to be so comfortable believing my stories. “From all the stories I’ve heard, I’ve come up with a theory as to why we came here in the first place. I believe that when we die in our world, we die at the same time the person in this world dies. It’s possible that their soul is in our body, in our world but there are no guarantees if that is true. It’s certainly possible.” She said. I agree; if our souls found their way here then their souls could find their way back to our old bodies too. There’s certainly no proof for it but I’d like to believe that is how it happens. If that were the case then maybe Himawari is living a better life in my body than

he asked with a raised eyebrow. "I have heard stories where someone who died in a particular place comes to live a different life in another place; even get married and give birth to children" "Even give birth to children?" he inquired shocked, David had never heard of such. "Yes, living happily with their spouses" "This is interesting. So how do you get rid of them because you can't kill what is already dead right?" he asked laughing to make it seem like a joke concealing his dismay. "Let me tell you a true story which will better answer your numerous questions…"

People always say when you're dead you won't feel a thing and all you see is a bright light leading you to the afterlife. Well... That's all a lie. When you die, you feel your spirit being disconnected with the world. You feel your life drawn from your body and you feel your self floating in the afterlife. You feel the conformation that you're dead. You don't see a thing at all. You see pure darkness you hear uninterrupted silence as you go deeper into the afterlife.

My eyes snapped open suddenly. What now? I wa a freak. I drained everyone, turned them older than they should be. This was worse than outright murder. Once dead, the spirit went somewhere very far away, perhaps to the afterlife those religious fanatics wouldn’t shut up about. But when I drained their life, they remained trapped in a body readying for the grave, knowing they should have years ahead of them. It was an unmitigated horror of terrible depths.

How she— Flames all around me. The metal of the crashed chopper burned into my body. Somehow, I was still alive. Alive to bear witness to my own painful death. I never really believed in a figure such as the angel of death or the grim reaper. Honestly, I had never really thought about death all that much. The only thing I was certain of was that when I died, I would be joined with the wolf spirit in the ethereal plain. Alice had been there and back. She could vouch for an actual afterlife. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Perhaps, in time, I would become a sagely spirit, appearing in the visions of the young wolves, guiding them on how to live life.

It was always a different tale. For everyone who had fought with death, and lived to tell the story; it was always a different experience—terrifying. Peaceful. Saddening. Rush. There also were never many who had kicked death in the teeth, and lived to tell the story unscathed.

Ruby's POV I tried to open my eyes which felt so heavy. The bright white light dazzled my eyes. OK, I guess the journey to the afterlife has arrived. It feels like I'm lying in such a comfortable place, am I sleeping on a cloud now? I tried to blink my eyes to adjust to the incoming light. Wait! Is this the afterlife that people talk about? If so, they are just good at talking nonsense. The light I saw earlier was just a beautiful big lamp, and I wasn't sleeping on a cloud but just a king-size bed.