Death Is Just The Beginning Novels & Stories

Cali They say when you come to the end of your life you see the beginning, that the life you have led flashes before your eyes like an old movie reel. But standing there, staring at certain death, I didn’t see the life I had led, I saw all the things I had yet to do. I saw Tristan and I laying on a beach and playing with our children, I saw huge family Christmases at the pack house and watching our children meet their mates. I saw love and life in complete contrast to the death that stared me down.

Liam "Death is not the opposite of life... It's a part of life..." -Haruki Murakami Unlike what is shown in movies and written in books, I somehow realized how easy and painless death was. Survival was hard. For death, all you have to do is make one single decision and all your agony and pain fades but survival...that's a whole different game.

This time, I would be happier. A week later, I walked into the event hall with Anthony. The moment I stepped inside, however, I saw Cyrus. My feet were instantly frozen to the ground, unable to move. Anthony held my arm and pulled me forward, whispering into my ear, “If you don’t cast away the shadows of your past completely, they’ll just come back to haunt you later.” I turned and met his gaze. His eyes were firm and warm, giving me strength. I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm with a smile. “Do I look good like this? Can you tell I’ve started over with a fresh slate?”

The sound echoed across the arena. The lights flashed white. The cheers turned into gasps. Nathan’s knees buckled. The last thing he saw before everything went black was the en dless sea of faces screaming, panicking, crying—and the world spinning out of focus. And then...... nothing.

"But that's sudden. We just got into a partnership. You're just going to throw it away?" I pulled her fingers off me and stepped away. "It's in its final phase. My partner can handle the rest. I have another project to handle." My stepping away hurt her heart. She stared at me, dazed. Lauren extended her trembling hand, and it hung in midair. Her instincts told her I was not coming back, but she asked, "When are you coming home?" I shook my head and put on a smile. "Never." Sorrow crept onto her face. She stared at me in disbelief. She kept trying to grab me, but I kept moving back, so she stopped. Like an abandoned puppy, she did not have the courage to move forward to someone who had just

My consciousness faded, like sinking into the deep sea. If love required death to prove it, then I had proven it. If truth required blood to reveal it, then I had revealed it. Now, I could rest in eternal silence, where no one would ignore me anymore. My soul turned into specks of light, dissipating in the wind. In the distance, church bells toll like sounds of mourning, yet it felt like a rebirth.

I did not know how long I lay there. Time felt different after death. I could no longer feel the cold marble beneath me, but I could still see the foyer, the blood on the floor, and Adrian standing above my body as if he were waiting for me to give up the act. Death had taken my voice and left me only enough awareness to watch what came after. Adrian did not call for help right away. “Enough, Evelyn,” he said, pale but stubborn. “Your parents will be here in the morning. Stop this now.”

Thali POV What the hell is happening? "I can still convince myself to believe you, but may I know who is this Driana?" My head was like a buzzling bump. I don't see any affect of a psycho or any seek on Nadjiana. I just don't get what she said! Of course, I believe in ghost, nun, phantom or any scary stuffs. But I don't think being dead was a big deal to Nadjiana. All of people will be gather to death.

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.