Chinese Afterlife Novels & Stories

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

I say with a sigh leaning back in my seat. “No, they do not.” She answers. “Witches have their own afterlife and werewolves have theirs. I am sorry about your friend, but he is not lost forever. I’m sure he is in a better place right now with all the other werewolf ancestors.” Alana says and I smile despite the pain in my heart. Despite all the chaos around me, despite all the death, I smile because Reece being in a better place sort of gives me hope.

Jin Chen could already feel the guilt well up in him. "We died. We burnt to death," Yang Lifei found her voice shaky and trembling when she said this. She was there and had witnessed themselves burn to death. Even when talking, she could still feel the hot blazing fire burning her skin yet Jin Chen just kneeled there, covering her body and not making a sound. Jin Chen saw her tremble and he brought her to his embrace hugging and rocking her back and forth. She mentioned 'we' does that mean they died together or that they definitely had a connection in their past life too?

I thought he had been asleep for a while. I nodded, as if he could see that. “Yeah, and you know what? Earlier when she hugged me, she whispered something to me.” "What?" Auden opened his eyes and looked at me. I told him what Manang told me. “It’s just nothing, okay. Don’t think too much about that. Blessing and death are both part of life," he said as if he is educating me. I also don't want to believe but what Manang Tere said bothers me. I nodded at him in agreement with what he said. I took a deep breath and then adjusted my seat.

Beyond the city, the institute waited: the lab, the project, the life I had once thought I would never live long enough to claim. I stepped forward.

Hajiya Kaltumi joined them in crying, it's was Baba that did everything for the corpse to be taken to there house for Aisha's final bath before she will be be taken to her destination ___________________________ Kulunafsin Zayikatul maut (Every Living Soul Shall Taste Death) Who knows this would be Aisha's end. That's how life is death does not care who you are, where you are, when or how to take you. Let's forget about this Earth and Strive for the hereafter

Husky, ethereal and at the same time smooth it somehow came out as familiar to me, which is strange since I've never heard this voice before. [There is a way. A possible phenomena that, when arranged by the god of death, will reunite your two souls together] I cracked my tight sealed lips open. Which, for the past four months, had never uttered a single word. "Soul? Not bring him back?" I croaked. Evidently surprised I still know how to formulate words in my tongue. [Yes, once a human has crossed the threshold, their soul can never go back. But in the haven of afterlife, there is a way. With the permission of the ruler of death, he can arrange a setup where you and your loved one can live to

Living dead bringing back the dead? Yang Xiao scratched his head and seemed to be speechless. These six words were from the Chinese·Wu Language. The original sentence was, "The emperor, Yu Yue, is able to bring the dead back to life." In fact, even in ancient times, it was just an exaggerated adjective. How could it be true? "Old commander, are you making fun of me? I'm afraid that even a three year old child will not be able to deceive me with these words." Yang Xiao laughed bitterly.

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.

"We want to hear it! The story where Dad saved you from the frozen lake!" Keith pulled me closer. His deep voice echoed in the evening breeze. "It was a freezing winter. I met a little white shewolf under the frozen lake. From that moment on, my wolf fell for her completely–" The sun dipped below the horizon in the forest. Lights glowed warmly from the house. The scent of roasted meat and pine filled the air. I recalled how I died in the depths of the lake in the past life. Back then, I never thought I could have a happy ending like this after the endless betrayal and despair I experienced.