Death Is Just The Beginning Novels & Stories

I don't see the issue. Aria's expression darkened, and she shot me a venomous glare, clearly taken aback by my articulate defense. Melissa, however, was the one to step in. "Noelle, don't be too hard on Mrs. Scott. She's just following our local custom. When someone dies, we keep them at the funeral home for a few days. It gives everyone a chance to pay their respects before the burial." Aria quickly nodded. "Exactly, now let's put my son to rest. Melissa always makes sense."

He again removed my arm away from him and questioning eyes darted across my face, "You seem to bring the death subject a lot lately." His words somehow let the smile slip off my face. I shrugged nonchalantly as I gazed outside the window, "Well, in the end, we all are going die, aren't we?" Death. That word alone used to scare me. Well, not anymore. Because death, is not the greatest loss in our life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. ********** Cara's POV My attention drifted from the conversation Katherine and Ashton's sister - Zoe - were having and my gaze fell on Chase and Lilly sitting together at the couch silently playing together. I smiled at how cute they looke

He used to be strong and unwavering. "You can get up now. There's no use for all these, you know." I tried to sound firm, but deep down inside of me, I knew how much he'd hurt. His other half is now gone. Death is the great awakening, a call to embrace the mystery that lies beyond the veil of the mundane. It is the ultimate transformation, a journey from the fleeting to the eternal, from the temporal to the timeless. Like a river flowing into the ocean, death sweeps us away from the shores of the familiar, carrying us into the depths of the unknown. And yet, even as we disappear into its vastness, we become one with the universe, our essence merging with the infinite.

"Ready to let go. Ready to rest. Ready to truly end. No more consciousness. No more Aurora. No more anything. Just peace. Just done. Just finished. Forever." I hesitate. "Will I still be me? In the rest? In the ending? Or will I be erased too? Different than the Absolute but still gone?" "You'll be neither." Death explains. "Not Aurora. Not erased. Just finished. Like a story that ended. Like a song that completed. Like a life that lived. You were. You existed. You mattered. But now you're done. Finished. Complete. That's not erasure. That's conclusion." "Conclusion." I test the word. "I like that. Better than erasure. Better than never-was. Just finished. Just concluded. Just done. Yes. I'm

Not ever. But as the world fades, I realize I might not have a choice. This isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning.

He cupped my face as I frowned. “Death is the exception to that though, my love. No one can outrun death. We all die someday. It’s just part of the natural order of life... Stars die. Flowers die. People die. It’s sad I know but death has to happen so birth can happen. It’s just a cycle and we are all in that never-ending loop. I hope my death is really far off in the future but if something were to happen to me, you have been such a beautiful star in the night sky for me. It shines so brightly through the darkness.” He smiled lovingly as I kept crying.

I didn’t look back to check who truly it was. "Ryan Sandler is dead." More of a confirmation, something that would stick to my head for the next couple of days. The sirens wailed louder, cutting through the quiet night. It was like a reminder of the lies that would break the next day. And for the first time, I felt what death really was , not an ending, but a beginning I couldn’t come back from.

That idea somehow felt worse. The End wasn't motivated by hatred. Or revenge. Or conquest. It genuinely believed it was helping. The memory shifted again. Showing stars dying. Worlds collapsing. Civilizations fading naturally. Time claiming everything. Orion gestured toward the vision. "The End witnessed the first death." The stars dimmed. "It witnessed the second." Another dimming. "The thousandth." The vision grew darker. "The millionth." Silence. The forgotten Sovereign looked toward them. "Eventually it decided death was unacceptable."

Landon brows raised, at his acceptance,“But don’t you know all endings are not really the end, they are just the begininng of the story.” “What a load of bullshit,”The gun loaded, Aiden smiled as the bullet hit him, he spat blood groaning, A sharp kick, on his chest, pushed him off, his body in air,his eyes closed, even with death welcoming him, she appeared in his mind, her smile, like posion spreading through his body, his body hit the water below drowning him, invading his senses. “The beginning where the end will be of you, Landon.”

"You had no choice to do what? God-damn talk to me Dylan! What's so hard for you to say? I'm going insane in this place!" "It is either we face death or death faces us." "Death. The end of life. Fear. The beginning of death." The voice of the old woman my mom and I met when I was ten rings in my head. The weather was so friendly on that fateful Saturday in Canada, with bright blue skies and fluffy white clouds, the sun hiding a bit behind them, telling you how beautiful it would be to spend your afternoon at the beach.