Even After Her Death Novels & Stories

Even though she had died a long time ago, she still had some sort of effects on me. Not after her death, but a little later. I used to see her and feel her around me. She was the reason why I had gotten enough courage to get my people out of that hell hole. She encouraged me and believed in me. She never left me. Until one day, she just disappeared. I tried to call her. I even went to her grave and asked her to come back. But she never came back. The day we all escaped that hell, she was gone. It was painful for me to let her go. But after all that long, she was sitting in front of me.

she sighed uncomfortably. "Was my death supposed to happen before," I asked in shock. She eyed me blankly and said,"you should not even have been, um you should have been burned alongside Miguel but he changed the way it turned out by being who he is." I eyed her strangely. "It was that moment he was chosen for life and you activated him by your intimacy, " she added.

Did she die? She didn’t believe that she was dead. Her first death wasn’t like this. She was sent towards the heavens to meet with God. She was in a peculiar place with no one and nothing around her. The darkness reminded her of how lonely the world really is. No matter how many people loved and cared about her, she could only feel how lonely it all is after death. One statement stuck with her - Everyone must die alone. The solitude engulfed her.

How ironic, that she found out all about it after her divorce, and by then, she thought, it didn't matter anymore as Albert obviously dislikes her now, as he didn't even come to see her when she asked Jasmine to tell him about her pregnancy with their child. The child that was supposedly made today, at this very moment. "What's the matter?" she heard the man suddenly spoke beside her, exactly how she remembered he did back then. But she couldn't say a word. She's still unsure if she's back or is this a dream or the afterlife -- after all, she knew she died. She could still feel the blinding pain from her lungs as it inevitably collapsed and she found herself subconciously lifting her right h

She couldn't call anyone at the moment,she didn't want to trouble anyone in the first place,she knew her time is near after all. It's all over now,she give her last breath. T.B.C

She heard the ear blasting horns of the truck and took in a deep breath. *Larry, it's a pity we couldn't finish what we started. A pity the plans you have for us in the future will be left unfulfilled.*she thoughts. At that moment,she rendered herself to death. *Unto him,we came. And,unto him we return* ............... Silence ............... Huh? .......... Is she dead? .......... Of course, she's probably now in heaven .... "Pinky pinky"she heard someone called her name.

Hallucinations of her mate’s vengeful ghost haunted her as she neared her death. She died with her unfulfilled desire to ruin Raven’s life. THE END

And here she was, the one who had motivated her into doing the things she never thought she would be able to do was already dead, his lifeless body already destroyed by fire and his Spirit transcending into a world beyond visibility. She screamed as her father told her the words of the demise, she fell to the ground in agony as she cried an ocean of tears, her mind already broken down by the tragedy she still couldn't fathom. Then strength he displayed was incredible and uncontended with, but how would that had happened to a man she knew was possibly the most powerful of all. But then she came to realization, puzzling over his death would never bring him back to her and so she had to live on

“Stay, please. Don’t leave me, not now.” Her lips curved faintly,not a smile, not joy,but something sad, resigned. “I… still loved him,” she murmured, voice weak but steady enough for me to hear. “Even at the end…” Her gaze flicked briefly toward Duncan, who knelt nearby, clutching the wound in his chest, the Alpha’s usual composure shattered, face pale, pain and terror mirrored in his eyes. “Even in the… afterlife…” I felt a sob rise in my throat that I could not swallow. My whole body trembled as I tried to keep her close, tried to anchor her to this life, to me, to Duncan, to everything.

Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. Still alive. I stood over her, looking down at the woman who'd once been my wife. The woman I'd loved, used, and destroyed. The woman who'd somehow clawed her way back from death to haunt me. "You should have stayed gone," I said quietly. Her eyes fluttered but didn't open. A soft moan escaped her lips. I knelt beside her, studying her face. Even unconscious, even bloodied and broken, there was something defiant about her. Something that refused to surrender.