Even After Her Death Novels & Stories

Dante held me as if I might vanish, but I no longer had the strength to push him away. Professor Shaw came to my side. “Aria, can you hear me?” I looked at her through the blur. “My baby…” Her expression changed, but her voice stayed steady. “We’re taking you to the institute medical center now.” As they lifted me onto the stretcher, Dante tried to follow. Professor Shaw stopped him with one look. “You had your chance to protect her.” The last thing I saw before darkness took me was Dante standing in the hall, covered in my blood, while the wedding ring box lay open at his feet.

"Yes. How could the smell of death be mixed with hope? When someone dies they turned into ashes and that was the end of it." Elisia moved and positioned herself on top of him. Her chin was on his chest while she looked at him with admiration. "Do you really believe that?" She asked. Thane frowned. He couldn't understand why she asked him that question. Maybe because she was immortal that it was hard for her to believe that nothing comes after death. "You see, death and hope are always with us. Even creatures like us could perish someday. But we always hope that it would not happen. If it did happen, those we left behind hoped for our peaceful journey to the afterlife. There is no worse death

Everything was like chess pieces falling into place at the perfect time. After news of her death spread, Hazel finally witnessed the aftermath for herself from the shadows.

She really took her time with Byron, causing him immense pain if his screams and cries were anything to go off. Somehow, she’d made sure he stayed alive during it. It wasn’t until the end and his body was cooked that I felt the link break from his death. His family was sure to know he was gone now. “Rot in fucking hell,” she spat before turning on a heel and heading out the door.

Roots thickening without noise. She sees what comes next. What she built keeps moving. Others carry it forward now. Few lives echo like hers, four decades past her passing. Her story holds weight even now. Even now, her memory shows the way. Even now, her love decides how things unfold. That right there — this stands as the most precious offering. She didn’t exactly breathe either. Still, she knew her days had weight. It was losing her that showed us all we know now. Her memory stays alive for every generation that follows.

It's only a day after my death, and my wife, Abbie Johnson, is at a hotel with her first love, wearing a red dress. I once told her while I was drunk, "Next life around, I'll let you go. And I'll set myself free, too." Abbie just rolled her eyes and scoffed. "I can't wait. Hope that day comes sooner." Now she gets her wish. I'm gone. She walks right past my body without batting an eye. Yet the moment they slide me into the incinerator, she suddenly charges forward like she has lost her mind. "Can we please just stop fighting?"

Reaching out I tore out the tape sealing her lips. "Want some water?" "Fucking kill me already... Kill me, that's what you motherfuckers want ain't it?" She cried out, her melancholic voice was shaky and raspy. Poor thing... Unfortunately, she does have to die... But not yet. She's alive because someone saved her in the nick of time, and considering the location of her grave, her saviour can't possibly be a normal passerby who happens to be interested in digging out the dead. Her death was only made known openly a week after I buried her, that means

She is no more in this world. After her death, many things have changed in me. After losing her I understood that she wasn't just my mistress. She was something else to me. She was the most special person for me. Unknowingly, I loved her but couldn't tell her because of my stupidity. I never thought that she will leave like that. After her death, I have lost my interest in life. My sister is still mentally unstable. I have lost a person whom I loved and killed my baby because of my stupidity.

"Why in battle? Tyce, what aren’t you telling me? You're obviously dodging the question. This is like when a woman asks her boyfriend if he thinks she's fat!" I hesitated, not sure how to start to tell her. "Please tell me, Tyce. I can handle it! I think." Her eyebrows drew together and anxiety emanated from her. I let out a deep breath. "Your wolf—well, she obviously died and went away for a long time. And I don’t exactly know what happens after death, but it obviously changed her." "Changed her how?" I sighed. "That’s how she looks—like she died and came back."

she added. When she is no more? Nobody talks about dying on a day as such. Or it meant that … wait! “What do you mean by when you are no more?” I asked. “I mean no one lives forever. Even though that is what we all want. But I will forever remember this even in the afterlife,” said moving closer to me, this time, her beautiful smile is back. She placed her right hand on my shoulder and placed a quick kiss on my forehead before saying, “I love you so much, Sebastian.”