Even After Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

As someone who was a notorious money-grubber, even Samuel could not stand Edgar's audacious attitude. He sneered, "Hazel’s barely been dead for three hours, and you're already eager to profit from her death. It's a great sorrow to have you as a brother!" "You don't understand," Victor retorted, "Once a person dies, they can't come back to life. If her death can serve a purpose, she would find it honorable in the afterlife."

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.

However, I smiled and replied, "I don't want to know. I've been troubled by them before death, so I don't want the same to happen after I die." But I vaguely recalled what the angel had told me. He said there was a female ghost who cried my name all day long in hell. I heard that it was a place where souls could never be reincarnated. As for Harvey—from the look on Grandma's face, it was clear his fate wasn't any better than Nelly's.

~Scott~ I haven’t given much thought to how I'll eventually die or who I'll eventually die for. They say when you’re about to die, your whole life flashes before your eyes. Every memory gets sucked into the dark abyss with you and you cease to exist. Some believe that there’s an afterlife after death and others believe that you’ll end up in heaven or in hell according to how well or how bad you’ve lived your life.. I had no idea of where I might end up being. But I hoped it was a place that’ll give me peace of mind.

“Yes. But unlike mortals who pass on to heaven or hell, when a god dies, we don’t go anywhere. We disappear. We become nothing.” A chill ran through me. “What do you mean by nothing?” “Nothingness,” he repeated, voice barely above a whisper. “No form. No soul. No afterlife. And worse, no memory. Every trace of that god is erased from all realms. It’s as if they never existed at all.” I stared at him, the weight of that truth sinking like stones in my chest. “That’s… a terrible fate.”

When someone dies, no matter how intense their emotions were in life, they all turn to calm. After Eulalia died, she became a wandering soul. She had thought about various possibilities of the afterlife while she was alive, like the god of death coming to take her soul, meeting Satan. At worst, she thought she would see other dead people like her parents, grandparents, and Vincent, who never forgot to carry her home before he died... But there was none of that. She was the only special existence in all things between heaven and earth. She could see the living, but they couldn't see her.

I would have laughed if I had lungs. “Feels more like I jumped off the train with a bomb and hoped for the best,” I said. “Is it… gone?” “The old structure?” The composite head tilted. “Collapsing. It takes time for anything that big to finish dying, even outside of time. But you put the kill command in the right place.” Somewhere far away—too far to hear, but close enough to *feel*—a massive system screamed and then went quiet. “And this?” I asked, glancing around at the endless white. “Is this… what, the after‑after‑life? The waiting room for idiots who stab gods with pens?”

I'm dead. Really dead. Finally dead. Completely dead. No resurrection. No return. No coming back. Just dead. But I'm conscious. Aware. Existing. Somewhere. Somehow. In the After. The True After. The place beyond everything. "Hello, Aurora." Death greets me. The same Death I met before. "Welcome back. You chose me. Really chose me. Finally chose me. No tricks. No resurrections. No escapes. Just death. Real death. Forever death."

I prayed for his safety. Silence fell in the room until Mike spoke. “Where did you go after you died?” my heart ached. “Nowhere.” Everyone was stunned, we always believed that when we died, we would go back to the Goddess who created us and live in peace by her side. But when I died, I saw nothing but darkness. When the sky spilt in two.

Vivian died alone in her home, her body not discovered until it had already begun to rot. Only then did a question arise within me. After the deaths of my parents and Vivian, I never saw their souls. So why did I remain? The system finally appeared and answered my doubt. It said it had seen how painful my life had been, and how tragic my death was. So it used its power to keep my soul intact, allowing me to witness their downfall with my own eyes. Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn.