Death Is Only The Beginning Novels & Stories

But as the ancient symbols fade back into darkness, one terrible truth settles deep into my bones— This isn’t over. It’s only beginning.

Epilogue In every story, I read there are two endings. It's either happy or sad. Half of my life was revolving around thinking how a fairy tales book, novel, short story or parable would end. But this time I was thinking about how would my story end. Is it true there is a happy ending? Is it true that everything has an ending? Or is dead the end of everyone? Because while thinking deeply my story started when I died. So if death is the ending of everyone, it seems very impossible. Yet in life, I know everyone has a role to play before they passed away and that thing God has shown me that many times in different ways.

“You have taken lives that wasn’t yours to take.” “Beauty, let’s talk about this,” Zero begins to get up but Killer is already there. He shocks Zero with an electric Taser until he is down on the ground. And I look into Thorns eyes, pull my gun out as he lifts his and I shoot. Death, the only part of our life already predicted from the moment our fetus is formed. The how’s, when’s and where’s may vary, but we all eventually die. Death is the finale of moments, only when that moment comes it’s a lasting moment, the only moment in our lives that is meant to last.

Becoming nothing. "Is it happening?" Elena whispers. "I think so," Mother confirms. They're watching me die like it's a show. Waiting for the finale. Father checks his watch again. "Finally." The word echoes in my failing consciousness. Finally. Like my death is convenient. Like I've been an inconvenience my entire life. And in death, I'm still just that. An inconvenience being resolved. A problem being solved. A bank account being closed. --- The beeping slows further. My vision is tunneling. Dark at the edges, closing in.

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.

Don't stay awake for too long Don't go to bed I'll make a cup of coffee for your head I'll get you up and going out of bed Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep I don't wanna pass away I been thinking of our future 'cause I'll never see those days I don't know why this has happened But I probably deserve it I tried to do my best But you know that I'm not perfect I been praying for forgiveness You've been praying for my health When I leave this earth Hoping you'll find someone else 'Cause yeah, we still young There's so much we haven't done Getting married, start a family Watch your husband with his son I wish it could be me But I won't make it off this bed I hope I go to heaven So I see you once a

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.

Layla's fans sang her praises, saying that she was kind, beautiful, and the best sister in the world. It was raining on the day they cremated my remains. Layla carried the urn containing my ashes and pretended to shed a few tears. I moved toward her. Then, I tried to punch and kick Layla to try and get her hands off me. It was so revolting. Everything about this world sickened me. I dropped to the ground after having exhausted myself. Then, I watched as they put me inside a small box. The words, "Our dearest daughter, Hazel Larson", could be seen on the rectangular tombstone. How ironic.

A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing. Eventually, the screaming stopped. Moments later, a fire ignited inside the warehouse, its flames spreading rapidly. Trinity had ended her own life. Without Nathan, Heath Group didn't last long. The company was devoured within days. When Jake was handling Nathan's affairs, he could only sigh. I had no more regrets. With nothing left to tether me to this world, I disappeared into the void.

Death. Everyone was about to die.