Death Is Only The Beginning Novels & Stories

True love lives forever – her jealous heart had helped them to discard the shells of that first lifetime, just as a snake sheds its skin, and they'd surely meet again many times over. Some threads of destiny are wound together tight as the tapestry of the world. The end is just the beginning. We all have a million paths, an infinity of beginnings. All she'd done was play her part. As I will. And as you will, too. Silence. My gran watches me, as if waiting for a reaction. I bite down on my lip. My eyes prickle with tears. I didn't totally understand all the stuff at the end of the story, but I did understand that both of the main characters freaking died.

DEATH; DEATH IS an enchantress. Whether you’re young or old; rich or poor; there will come a day when be ensnared by it and succumb to the grave, eventually. The love could’ve been looming over your cotton-soft heart since your birth, or an acquired intimacy for it one day while sat in the wool; for as long as one had as ever trod shoe-leather.

My own god killing arrow was killing me. I watched Cammy ran to her father’s side and all but carried a weeping Lucifer to safety. My own guardians surrounded us trying to heal me and Micheal. There was nothing that could be done. “Adrain I leave you in charge my love. When the sun hides in the moon's shadow will I be reborn. I love all of you.” With that said my wings unfurled and began to encase Michael and me. “At least this time we die together.” I thought to him. He smiled weakly and kissed my lips as we drew our final breath.

As to the life we live here and the one back in New York, it's like night and day. Pop has been cleaning up the family business since before I was born; though things were nowhere near what they used to be by then, it was still pretty rough. I'm not sure how no one sees that things are even worst now, that with technology, all you need is a little planning to take out the enemy without leaving a trace.

It wasn't until he picked that recording pen up… With a slight push of the button, the sounds of him and Beth making love resounded in the room. In a split second, the confused look on Matthew's face was replaced by embarrassment. Lastly, he looked despairing when he heard the message I left for him at the end of the recording. "This is where it ends for us. This is goodbye for good, Alpha Matthew."

Just a slow, sinking certainty. That this was only the beginning

She had only meant to threaten Twinkle, not actually die. "Help me… I don't… want to die…" Her voice was hoarse, and after forcing those words out, she stopped breathing. Twinkle never looked at her, not once. Before the ambulance arrived, Amelie was already dead. Twinkle stared at me with empty eyes. "Emilia, can you really never forgive me?" I looked down at Amelie's corpse. "No. Everyone has to pay for their own mistakes," I replied. My voice was so calm that it even scared me.

He was still standing there, like a silhouette in the distance, slowly fading into the fog. Some people were only meant to accompany you for a part of your journey, and our path together had long since come to an end. Now, being at peace and well was the best ending for us both. I turned forward, closed the car window, and looked ahead, my heart calm. The fog gradually lifted, sunlight spilling gently, and I knew this was the start of a new beginning.

“No prank, newbie. You’re dead.” “Bullshit.” He shrugged. “You’ll figure it out soon enough.” “Okay, fine,” I said, crossing my arms. “Let’s say I am dead. Why the hell am I on a bus headed to God knows where? And what happens if I don’t play your stupid little game?” He leaned closer. “Then you die. Eternal soul destructional final death. There's no coming back from that one, newbie.” Something in his tone that made my stomach twist. It wasn’t a threat. It was a promise. He wasn't fucking around.

I recall the explosion caused by his sacrifice, the rather depressing short moment of peace we had after that fight, the nightmares, the sorrow and then the barrage. I’d hate to admit it but at this very moment, I felt that Parhad died for absolutely nothing. “He died for something Fred, don’t you ever guess otherwise.” I lied as I primed my carbine and fired on a barbarian covered in a cloak covered in skulls. …