Novel & Cerita Beyond Living

I am hopeless. “Mine” he growls My vision gets blurry and I can barely see. “Please don't do this, I beg…” ignoring my pleas he breaks through me and I feel a mix of pleasure and agony flow through me. “Mine” he growls and his eyes bleed black before marking me. The triumphant smirk on his face is the last thing I see before I slip into a thick darkness I have nothing left, lost my mother, lost my father's affection, lost my best friend Madison, lost Eva and now I have to spend my whole life being a shadow of myself. What else do I have to live for?

And through the opening descended something that made every instinct I possessed scream to run. "I am the Devourer Beyond," it announced, its voice resonating across frequencies that should not exist in material reality. "I am what hunts the void between realities. I am what the Architects feared. I am what consumes dimensions that have grown too chaotic to sustain. And I have been watching your revolution with great interest." Through the bonds, I felt Zack and Drake's territories experiencing identical manifestations. This thing was appearing simultaneously in three locations, its presence so vast it could exist in multiple places at once without effort.

Not while he was alive. “To be continued...”

"I'm free now. You say you've let go, but I know there has always been something weighing on your heart. Once it's said, let it go. Live well. If not, we'll just start over." I looked at him and smiled through tears. I nodded and said, "Don't worry. I'm not afraid of death. I'll live well for both of us. If it comes to it, we'll just start over." Blake Hilton. That was his real name. I had not said it in a long time. I held his hand, watching him silently until everything grew still. Edward had been watching from outside. When he saw me walk out looking calm and composed, he looked uneasy.

Meanwhile in Philosophy, living is having a purpose in life or an overall vision or attitude towards life. There are many definitions or descriptions of living, but they all have just one thought. For me, what is living? I certainly don't know or have any idea of what is living despite of those, I still couldn't understand what it's saying or what it's telling me. Because, how can you understand if your life has no purpose or direction. I wanted to experience being alive. Living with having a goal leading you to an imaginary final destination. Creating or drawing a picture in your mind of yourself achieving your dreams. Being to know the right path for you; that you won't even work half as h

he took my head on his shoulder and I leaned closer to my twin. “There are things that take long before it goes away, you know that,” “And for each one that went away has at least something for you. those scars will forever remind you of the battles you’ve won,” he said slowly but his eyes never left the ocean. “You have the time of yours. Take it slow Asmara.” Afterlives are something that some people hold in their hearts a glimpse of hope that they keep with them. They believe that in another life their loved ones will find their way back and happily ever after will follow. I hope those were true. Perhaps it was love that made people believe in such.

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

He opened his eyes back and in an instant teleported himself along with his car to that place in his memory. His plan was great but he miscalculated the distance and height by a good margin. The car was teleported but they were not standing on the ground below instead now they were hanging in the air and as one know how gravity works the car won't be in air for long. Gravity did it's work and the car fell right into a cliff shattering into pieces as Liam saw his lover breaking while levitating in the air. He was stupefied, his white beauty does not remain a beauty anymore. His body couldn't move for few seconds due to shock.

“Livie I need you to switch them back on.” Her eyes snap to mine. “Wilder, I don’t think I can. For once I feel nothing, nothing, no pain, no sadness. Nothing.” “You also don’t feel happiness and love. The happiness of being with your pack and your family. The love of your family and pack. You are going to miss out on more good than bad this way. You will never laugh again like really laugh that sound that makes the pack come alive. I know you are hurting now but this will pass.”

“See? Basic stuff.” Blaine and Adelina were strolling through the garden and around the house that Wednesday afternoon. He had asked her to narrate what it was like when she was unconscious. Some of the patients he had treated explained sob and quite horrifying stories of their woeful experiences in the 'dark room'. While only a handful had peaceful moments. Adelina seemed to have experienced a little bit of both. "Is it odd that I want to go back to that place? I mean, sometimes I just miss that peace and quiet."