Book Of Life Death Novels & Stories

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

Long Chen saw a letter above the little girl's head, took it, and read its contents, which were clearly left by the wife of the god of death and life. Opening the letter, Long Chen calmly read each sentence in the letter. The letter said how sad the little girl's mother was that she couldn't raise her child herself, and she hoped that the person who would take care of her child in the future would let her grow up to be a cheerful little girl. The first time Long Chen read it, it made him even more confused. How could the god of life, who had no gender, have a wife? And it seemed that it was only halfway through reading the letter that Long Chen understood that the god of death and life had a

They were sentenced to ten years in prison, and their business went bust. Our mother was a headstrong woman. When she was told of her punishment, the woman blacked out. Her mind was never the same since then. … After the Landtons took Melanie back, she was trapped in a villa on the outskirts. Three months of torture later, the demon named Jonathan ended her life. The Landtons told everyone she died of illness and buried her somewhere haphazardly. The body was found by a janitor who cleaned the place every month. The whole villa was covered in a foul stench, but Jonathan carried on with his life like the smell did not exist. It was something straight out of a horror movie.

“I am death itself! You are nothing but life—fragile, weak, temporary!” He lunged at them, his hand outstretched, his touch like death. Cole and Lila fought back, their power merging with the Tree of Life’s, clashing with the Death Weaver’s death energy. The sky filled with light and dark, life and death, their battle shaking the very fabric of the world. Below, the gods and guardians were struggling. The Death Weaver’s creatures were overwhelming them, and more people were falling, their life forces feeding the Death Weaver, making him stronger. The Tree of Life’s leaves began to turn brown, its power fading as death spread across the city.

Liam I pulled out my bloodbound ledger, the one in which no one else existed. My theories on soul permanences. On immortality, not through technology, but spiritual recursion. I flipped to a blank space and wrote: Bliss is a cycle-born Each death : evolution. Soul anchor to body— not rebirth, but recursion. Third death = final awakening. A grin curled across my lips. I’d seen weapons. Monsters. Witches who drank blood from silver cups. But never— never—had I seen a soul defy the grave like this.

When she returned, she was clutching the ceramic kitten figurine in her hand. She hurled it at me, yelling, "Here! Take it! Who wants your stupid junk anyway? No one would pick it up even if it were tossed in the trash. Take your trash and get lost!" The ceramic kitten figurine hit the floor and shattered into pieces. My heart felt like it had broken right along with it. The kitten figurine was gone, just like my life soon would be. At that moment, I felt like I was that kitten. My life was truly ending.

I didn't want them to end up like I had in my previous life and how Lila had ended up in this life. Instead, I wanted them to be like cacti that possessed tenacious vitality.

Soon, the air was clear of smoke and Amren immediately collapsed on the cold floor. Rhysand lay on the bed while Amren lay on the floor. The room quiets down after witnessing the forbidden ritual take place under their watch, the book of Resurrection on the table. Cold air blew into the room and flung open the chapters of the book, Witch Resurrection Dose. There the chapter of the book was written. "The Consequences of This Ritual is the exchange of the witch's life....INTERCHANGE OF DEATH AND LIFE....The Doer Dies, The Dead comes back to life"

Death might be only the release for him. Even so, Cordy didn’t feel much about his death. She had no guilt, especially since she wasn’t the one who had caused his death. She had zero sympathy, too—Kyle was no angel. If anything, the only emotion she felt was her respect for the sanctity of life. Nonetheless, the condemnation towards Kyle dwindled following his suicide, since most people observed the rule not to speak ill of the dead. Hence, all the flaming and scorn for him ended after a little over two weeks.

I mumble aloud. "No," the deity said solemnly, his demeanor becoming solemn. "This time, I'm coming to give you something you've always desired. Hector Sparker, you will now be my servant, and you will become an elf with the everlasting life you have always desired for people on Olympus. Hector Sparker, you don't deserve to be on the list of the death book, and you certainly don't deserve to be reincarnated." I was startled, because I let myself get carried away by my recollections of the preceding years. Suddenly recognized that the notebook the child was clutching in his hand was the book of life and death, but he didn't resemble the god of death, so who was he in the end?