Book Life After Death Novels & Stories

Hoping fiercely that they were not involved. With sadness clouding her usually vivid green eyes, Annalise barely spoke above a whisper. "They died. During the rogue rebellions. My parents were warriors...great warriors and wonderful alphas. I was their only child and they loved me." Annalise had to take a gulp of water before continuing. " I was only seven when I was told by their Beta that they had been lost during one of the rogues midnight raids. He took the position of Alpha after that and now his son is the Alpha but he is not good."

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.

My fingers were covered in frostbite because of it. "Trying to please me, huh? Fine, you succeeded. If you donate bone marrow to Caleb now, you'll be my best daughter for the rest of your life," Mom said. Before my death, I would have dreamed of hearing those words. But now, it didn't matter anymore. After all, she couldn't find me. I was already dead. … April 9th, 2025. Cloudy. The 99th day after my death. In the past few days, I had seen them search every corner of the town. Every blade of grass in the park, every alleyway, and every trash can had been searched.

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

Is that how they found us in the pocket dimension? None of this is fair. None of this is right. It seems impossible that Alec and I walked into that lighthouse as two people, and now, I've come out without him. But life isn't fair, is it? I lost my father, and now, I've lost Alec. My father! Some hope flickers in my chest. He's not really dead, is he? He spoke to me. Astral projected. He's somewhere. I just need to find him.

She threw Vivian's Antabulam at her and Vivian caught it "See for yourself" Vivian slowly opened the book. Surprisingly, the book wasn't wet in the rain. The pages were dry. She looked inside while flipping the pages. There were so many names in it but not Ethan's" She took a sigh of relief. "But...Why didn't I hear the bells of the book?" She asked "Death took it with him. He has been doing his duties and yours together. Just so that you could make your second life worth it." Fate leaned towards her and flipped the last page of writings "Was it worth it?" She smirked. Vivian looked at it with surprise. Her eyes were about to pop out.

And this is how the last story about Light and Darkness that I wanted to present to you ends. It was certainly an extraordinary journey, showing different stories, but at the same time touching the same topic - can two such opposing poles as Light and Darkness connect at some point? I'll leave it to your own choice, but one thing is for sure - as Miyuki said in Book 4, wanting to stop the battle between vampires and wizards - Light and Darkness certainly couldn't exist without each other. If there was only Light but no Darkness, what would be its meaning? Likewise, if there was only Darkness in the world, wouldn't its existence be pointless without trying to "devour" the Light?

Johhan made the wisest choice he could make and returned quickly to the Underworld with the rest of the army. Elisabeth collected the ashes left over from Alistair and went on a journey to scatter them all over the world. Everyone thought he couldn't resurrect himself, but the Council preferred to be 100% sure. Alistair was too dangerous an enemy to ignore, even after his death. Nothing could be certain, since Alistair's gift was precisely to resurrect demons. Who knows, maybe it worked for him too?

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.

I had endured because Dante held my hand and told me there would be a life after all of it. Now that life had finally come, he wanted me to hide it. “If you truly love me,” I said, “why is my child the one who has to disappear?” Dante’s expression darkened. “Don’t make it sound like that.” “But that is what you’re doing.” A few guards and staff members had started looking toward the office. Dante noticed and lowered his voice. “We’ll talk at home.” He guided me out through the private elevator. Serena followed us without being asked.