Book Life After Death Novels & Stories

My voice was so calm that it even scared me. "Amelie died—that was her price. You have your own price to pay." Twinkle stayed silent for a long time, then lowered his head. Tears fell and hit the tile floor. "I understand. I'm sorry." With that, he turned and left, disappearing from my sight. I found a burial plot for Amelie and laid her to rest. She'd made a lot of mistakes. She lived brightly and boldly, never expecting to die so miserably. Later, I saw a news report.

She kind of looked like a demon. Carefully as not to startle her, he settled on the opposite side of their table and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for?" The books she stacked on the table caught his attention. "'The Expanded History of Death'," he read the titles aloud, "'Funerals through the Ages'. 'Life after Death: the Existence of the Afterlife'. 'Creatures of the Night'. Are you trying to know more about Hellborns and the Underworld?" Calix was a lot of things, but unfortunately, he wasn't thick, Kat lamented. "Yes."

“Here, I will leave you for now and I will attend to some of my visitors for a moment. Everything you see in there, must not be spoken to anyone unless you can bear the consequences, I cannot protect you from whatever will happen.`` After warning her, the man quickly disappeared as if he could not bear any second with her. But Suyi just shrugged it off, after all the book in front of her holding the answers that she seeks for. … It had been a week since she read the book, and here she is sitting at the edge of the bed that she had managed to rent on one of the Gods and Goddesses' business. Living in the afterlife is just like living on earth, the only difference is, here at the Afterlife, sh

I was sinking into the bed of flowers. I looked around for something—anything—that I could use to stabilize myself, but I was sinking fast. "Fuck this!" I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness my fall. Is it possible for someone to die again in the afterlife, because I may likely be the first? I could imagine what my obituary would be like; here lies the spirit of Isabella, who dies in the afterlife.

I had passed out just to open my eyes to this freaking place. Was I dead? Was this place my afterlife?! I started pacing about in frustration. Talking nonstop like a mad woman. I've heard that each person's soul has an afterlife when they pass away. I wrote that fiction in one of my books too… that mind of life real?! So, I died sacrificing my life for that Priest? Omg!!! I squelched to my knees warily. This must be a dream!!! I shook my head in disbelief. I was completely in awe when a malicious laugh caught my ears. "Ha...Ha...Ha…!"

“He’s very much alive.” Josephine nodded. “Exactly.” “He wasn’t affected the same way,” Liam said. “Or worse, he had something to do with it.” My thoughts raced, trying to piece everything together. Trying to make sense of something that clearly didn’t want to be understood. “He gained a lot after the ritual failed,” she said. “And he took the Book of Life with him,” Josephine added. I blinked. “The… what?” Both of them looked at her. “The Book of Life,” she repeated.

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.

"What kind of book is that?" "It's something that was made long before any of you existed. The Libro Vitae was made by a very powerful demon who created it in the Underworld. He works with all the dark creatures and uses all of their magic to create it along with another powerful being. It is enchanted, with dark magic. It holds all that is written for the future. Prophecies of the future that have yet to come true, ones that are in the works, and all of the ones that have already happened. It can tell anyone what their life will become if they are wealthy, find love, how they die. This is a very dangerous book. If it fell into the wrong hands, they could destroy us all. But it also comes wi

But there was no way, the adults weren't around, and that Bodhisattva couldn't leave the eighteenth level of hell, so he was the only one who could receive this person. Carl held an umbrella with one hand and looked down at him, like he just remembered who the guy was. He didn't keep walking. Instead, he raised a hand—it was pale and nice-looking, kind of calm like its owner—"Give me the Book of Life and Death, I'm looking for someone." Netherworld Judge froze, his smiling face fell, and his eyes darted around. Then he thought for a moment and sighed, "Sir, you can't look at the Book of Life and Death if you're alive. Which soul are you looking for? I can check for you."

I ran back to the camp and found a group of the undead attacking the small family. I searched for Alice and found her with the wolves fighting them in the back. I snatched my double-bladed sword and separated it into two halves, then advanced on the stupid ones who were trying to get to the two women and kids. I cut their heads off, then went to the rest. The alpha wolf beside me herded the ones to my left towards the empty spot to my right. I killed those three and found Alice and the rest of the wolves have killed the remaining ones.