Even After Death (olivia) Novels & Stories

He had killed their child. Sobbing uncontrollably, Olivia struggled to catch her breath. Her asthma flared up as she gasped for air, fighting against the pain she had endured. But the memories were relentless, refusing to retreat. The ward grew chaotic as doctors and nurses hurried to gather the necessary supplies for Olivia's treatment. But she felt a profound sense of despair. She no longer wanted to live. Death seemed like the only option. Her baby was gone, and she wanted to join him in the afterworld.

Olivia chuckled, “Now I see why you're Mia’s mate. She said the same thing to me earlier, it’s disgusting.” I frowned, “You saw Mia? Where?” “Her uncle’s house. I pretended to be a pathetic girl in search of my way and I deceived her while her mom was smuggled away from her,” Olivia laughed. I frowned, “It’s not funny, Livvy, what the hell happened to you?” A dark look clouded Olivia’s eyes as she glared at me. It seemed like I couldn't recognize who she was at that moment. “I died, Javier, that's what happened to me.”

“You’ll smudge it.” Olivia sighed. She tried to stay calm, to still her trembling fingers. She looked at Rea through the mirror. “I’m sorry. I just… It’s just strange, getting ready for a party after…” She didn’t finish the sentence. She still couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Rea’s hands stilled briefly, her expression unreadable, as she held Olivia’s gaze through her reflection on the mirror. “I understand, Cara. But the world doesn’t stop for the dead, Olivia. Especially not in our world.”

Olivia was standing before me. "Darling are you done?". I staggered back and fell into the bathtub. "Olivia", I muttered. She looked at me with a confused look on her face. "Yes? Why do you look surprised?". This had to be a trick by the witch. Someone was playing with me there. Olivia, my mate had died in my arms with our baby in her belly, a thousand years ago. I killed her. I sank my teeth in my flesh and ended her life.

Vince expression changed, he was still in shock when his phone beeped, it was a text from the second master. 'I've asked the two judges to remove Olivia's name from the list, she mustn't step foot in Havilah city, as her father and a member of the association, don't tell me you're unaware of what she is' * * * * The Camp Of The Undead* *Devil's Lane* When Olivia regained her senses, there were two additional figures in her quarters and she smiled, they had really gone on a dangerous mission because there were additional scars on thier faces and thier skin was far from radiant.

It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be Olivia! She was already dead!

“She disappeared, probably went to join Nester’s undead army, but she wouldn’t be back for long. I’m sure of that.” The world blurs around me. If not for Olivia’s hand propping me up I would be on the floor already. The Roanna I know, the one who hurt me, is dead. Is it possible to feel free and more trapped at the same time? “We need silver.” I say through the lump in my throat. “We need her gone for good.” “And she will be.” Olivia vows. “All this will be over soon because…” She looks at all of us, bravery in her features. “Because I’m going to talk to Everest, tonight.”

Just a mop and a bucket. But forgiveness? That will never be part of the deal. When I walked past, Owen called out. “Mommy…” I stopped. Then turned, my voice trembling despite how hard I tried to steel it. “Owen, your mother is Lila, remember? You chose her and now she is dead.” He cried. But I didn’t look back. Elliot just watched me, then stepped forward, reaching for my hand. “Olivia… do you think we could still—”

She turned off all the lights and went upstairs to check on Eli. She got into bed and stretched out, taking a deep breath in. She still entertained some desire for him, but they had their chance together and they’d blown it. Dean was strictly off limits. The morning sunlight filtering through the curtains announced Sunday morning. Olivia lay in her bed. Thoughts of Dean had kept her tossing and turning all night. Thoughts of Jack somehow discovering he has a grandson hadn’t helped. She did not know how Jack might use that information, but she knew too well not to underestimate the evil of Jack Grayson.

And if that meant Sophie had to die, then that was to be. I already had another soul waiting in the wings. Yet, it wasn't time for her to come back. Olivia: her death was a necessary component that only added fuel to my Phase I. It would be the same fuel that would also see her rise again in a new way, that would replace her old one, and only strength her resolve. However, her resolve to keep going, despite the fact she had died, was admirable. Despite what had happened. Even though Kaitlyn had changed fate and killed her out of revenge.