Chinese Afterlife Novels & Stories

She pulls out two plates and starts piling them with pork chops, mac and cheese, green beans, and a dinner roll. “Dang Sam, I didn’t know you cooked like this on show nights.” “Especially on show nights so I can just scarf it down when I finally get off.” With a full belly and a sober mind, I make the trip home. I pull up next to the black Honda Ridgeback in my driveway. My belly does a little flop as I put the car in park and see a very unhappy looking Zain in my driveway.

If this man was that important to them, then they could have talked about it. Jill and Charles created this world including its afterlife system. If anyone could bring back a dead person from this world it was them. He wouldn’t be human anymore but he would be alive if he wanted to be. It wasn’t something done often but in extreme cases like these, it was worth being an option.

The grim reaper had spared their lives. Instead of death they were given a choice. The gatekeeper to the afterlife had given them another chance. Perhaps it was a chance to say goodbye or a chance to start over. Shane had died in order to feel alive that very morning. So instead of waiting for the grim reaper to come for him he had taken the bold step to the gates of the afterlife.

"If you don't want to live, then you can die too." To my surprise, that one strike had not only killed Tyler but also awakened Evelyn. But Edith had already stopped listening to Evelyn's words. She stared blankly ahead, like her soul had left her body. I followed her gaze. It was where Tyler had fallen. I sighed and left the hospital.

It was compensation he owed my parents. The graves were luxurious and grand, and he'd said this was the first step in repaying me for all I'd done. But apparently, it was also the last step. When I arrived at the cemetery, I did not expect the graves to look completely unrecognizable. Now, a mansion stood where my parents lay. I stumbled out of my car and frantically pressed the doorbell, desperate to know what had happened. The next second, I heard a familiar, sweet voice. "Eli, you're back already? Did you get them already?"

"So", I decide to continue with my string of questions, "Where exactly are we?" "We're in-between life and death, my dear," she says. "Huh? Like an afterworld?" "Er, well. We could say that. It's where souls remain when detached from the body. From here, you can decide to go back or go on."

Murong Cheng said slowly and thoughtfully, "the soul will no longer easily leave the body ...... she will truly come alive? " "Yes, the phenomenon of the soul leaving the body is called 'shock', especially when encountering a scenario that is close to the time of death, it is most likely to occur 'shock'." Du Hao nodded back, "With this three-eyed raven, in a short period of three years, or six years, the person who has returned his soul can be no different from a living person."

She was struck by the impossible absurdity of the situation. This was questioning the very core of her belief in life,death and the afterlife.These things were the trademarks of fiction and Hollywood movies. Could it be possible?Could some semblance of the soul remain even after death?Could this remnant of a mortal existence find a way to manifest itself,even after being dead for so long? For a heartbeat Beth imagined that she was unconscious,that when she’d left Marcus to race up the stairs,she'd fallen and hit her head and this was all some vivid dream.

He really was in out of his luck, wasn’t he? And yet for some inexplicable reason, when Fyn opened his eyes again, he wasn't in the afterlife. At least, he thinks he's not. The afterlife oddly looked like what the inside of a cave looks like. And from the stories he heard, the afterlife was nothing like this. Blinking his eyes, he rubbed at them groggily, a yawn escaping him. Surveying his surroundings, he could tell that he was probably inside one of the mountain caves. The place was scanty and damp, smelling of musky water and morning dew.

He cautiously eyed on the three wisps floating near their seat. "Sometimes they do cross over to the surface and make their impression, yeah." "If ghosts are a kind of djinns, then... where do we go after we die? Not here?" "Nah, straight up to the Afterlife, Purgatory, Barzakh, or however you called it," Vayu said. "That happens to everyone, even to those who lives long like djinns. We don't linger around and messing up furniture after we die. That'd be great, though."