Chinese Afterlife Novels & Stories

Over there, the River Styx was surging. Her soul immediately sank into the water without even having time to bubble on it. Alex looked at Shelly. “The Pool of Afterlife. We can truly return to the mortal realm and reshape our flesh and blood vessels only if we enter the Pool of the Afterlife. And, this place is known as the Underworld.” Shelly froze for a brief moment. “I think I’ve heard of it somewhere...”

He made people feel secure and safe when they were with him. "Stacy Xi, do you think there will be an afterlife?" Zhuang Ziqian asked expectantly. In the past, she did not believe that there was a second life in this life. But now, she was looking forward to a second life. "If there is an afterlife, in the next life, I want to meet him earlier, to accompany him through the green years, to give birth to children and accompany others to the middle age." "Zhuang Ziqian's voice was very soft, with the hoarseness of his age.

In fact, there was no real sense of immortality, and one could only live a little longer compared to others. Besides, Charlie could also be certain due to the sentence that Marcius had left behind to the descendants of the Jenson family in the portrait. That sentence was a rather straightforward sentence: You must not blame me after I meet and reunite with you in the afterlife. The afterlife represented the world after death. Since Marcius had mentioned that he would be reuniting with Micah in the afterlife in the future, this meant that he knew that he would die sooner or later.

I was told by Xian. "You're going to go another dimension for me. You'll make the journey to the afterlife. To the dead people's land. A farther sphere. The final resting place of all supernatural beings." He spoke making my eyes widen at him. I blinked wide my eyes in extreme confusion "What precisely am I doing in the afterlife? What if I'm unable to escape? What precisely am I going to see? A group of deceased individuals roaming a cemetery that resembles a graveyard?" I questioned.

But what Xiao Chen didn’t know was that naming a mythical beast would cause it to evolve by drawing qi from Xiao Chen himself. That’s why, while Xiao Chen was riding on Shou’s back, his head spun for a moment before he finally felt extremely exhausted even though he hadn’t done anything. He didn’t know what was happening, but as he felt the energy in his body weakening, Xiao Chen closed his eyes and tried to draw energy back into his body. However, Xiao Chen was surprised to find that what he was drawing in wasn’t ordinary qi, but death qi—said to be the qi of creatures that had already died. The living cannot possess such qi; only the dead can possess the kind of qi that Xiao Chen had just

“No. I stopped responding to it.” “I’m sorry, Empress Dowager,” sighed Grandmaster Shui. “I know. But I am desperate as I still want to live.” Grandmaster Shui didn’t say anything. Empress Dowager was laughing as she said, “Did you know that my brother is experiementing on the marigold flower?” “What!” exclaimed Grandmaster Shui. His eye’s widened with anger. “When? Why?” Empress Dowager smile as he didn’t know. She said, “So, it’s true. The marigold bring the dead back to life.”

He sank into the blackness as easily as he slipped in and out between worlds. His world swam into bleary focus. For a moment, he wondered if it were the afterlife. Heaven. Or whatever humans called it. The Fae weren’t supposed to be allowed an afterlife. Their energy was to go back to the Realm, reborn as the trees and rivers. It was dark, wherever he was. And then came the pain. Definitely not heaven.

Everything will soon finish… Yeah… Yeah… Everything will soon come to an end… Brother Jun Xiong… Brother Jun Xiong… Should there really be next life, I’ll certainly wait for you in the next life. I’ll also look for you; we’ll bump into each other again; we’ll continue this unfinished and incomplete love story of ours in the next life. Brother Jun Xiong… Brother Jun Xiong… Will you search for me in the next life? ***

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.

"Every choice you make will lead you closer to life—or to eterna l wandering. Choose wisely." And with that, he was gone.