Ghostbusters Afterlife Novels & Stories

Morgan was taken aback by this sudden hug. "Ghosts... There are ghosts! Morgan, there are really ghosts in your house!" Ashley was so frightened that her tongue got stuck. Morgan frowned. "Ashley Sanchez, what are you talking nonsense about? Where did the ghost come from?" "It's true! I saw... a white round shadow." Ashley said while pointing in the direction of the flowerbed. Morgan looked up, the garden was quiet, and there was no white round shadow, he couldn't help but said in a deep voice, "Ashley Sanchez, can you find a better excuse for wanting to throw yourself into my arms?"

“Whenever a funeral pyre was erected, a devil would come and stand with the funeral crowd until the ceremony ended. After that, they would collect the soul in a special contraption they all had and take it to the gates of the afterlife. From there they would transfer the souls to the Guardians of the Afterlife.” We all knew about the Guardians of the Afterlife. They were like the Christian angels but without the wings and other Christian aspects. They acted as wardens for the souls, and they were in charge of encouraging them to either be reborn or sent to a special part in the afterlife where they spent all eternity in peace and happiness. The choice of the matter belonged to the soul. This

But now that I heard her voice, a prickling sensation ran through me. What was going on? ‘You’re in between,’ she told me. ‘In between what?’ I asked. ‘In between death and the afterlife. This is death, Eden. This space. This is the space between life and the afterlife.’ ‘What is that?’ I asked, pointing to the white abyss. ‘That’s the afterlife,’ she said. ‘And any moment now, you’ll be pulled into the abyss. That’s where your afterlife awaits you.’ I looked to the white abyss. ‘But that’s where the others went,’ I said, confused.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

The crescendo of the woman's voice rose even louder than my futile yells. Suddenly, flames sprouted from the floor and traced all around us, separating Azaela, me, and Esteavo from the rest of the coven. He turned to look at me, the dancing flames played with his contrast, casting shadows on his face, but they did nothing to warm his eyes which were ice cold and dark as he stared at me. Then he smiled. His mouth did not open but I heard his voice very clearly in my head, "See you in the afterlife, Luna Claire." He said to me. "...If there is an afterlife." I was hyperventilating. The flames were making me dizzy and the smoke was filling my lungs and tears poured from my eyes.

“Just like you predicted. When will the good stuff happen?” She lets out a faint chuckle. “It seems you were eager to die,” she said walking past me. She suddenly stopped, turning back to face me. Her facial expressions filled with seriousness, her eyes cold enough to freeze an erupting volcano. “You aren't in the land of the living, kai. You should be scared. The gods are one thing.” Her voice dropped into a cold chilly whisper that sent shivers down my spine. “The demons are a whole different story.” I took in deep, trying to hide the fear building inside me. I was no fool, I knew the afterlife was brutal. That was why I killed her because she won't stop reminding me how soon I was coming

"But Miss, after what happened at Moonlight Garden..." I understood their concern. The "ghost wall" incident had unnerved all of us—strange mists that had separated me from my companions just long enough for the mysterious attacker to strike. "I've faced death before," I said softly. "I'm not afraid of ghosts." Even having died and returned in my previous life, I found the cemetery unsettling. The burial chambers, the stench of decay, and the mourning cloths filled me with nausea. "Two hours," I told Agatha. "If I haven't returned by then, come find me."

It was compensation he owed my parents. The graves were luxurious and grand, and he'd said this was the first step in repaying me for all I'd done. But apparently, it was also the last step. When I arrived at the cemetery, I did not expect the graves to look completely unrecognizable. Now, a mansion stood where my parents lay. I stumbled out of my car and frantically pressed the doorbell, desperate to know what had happened. The next second, I heard a familiar, sweet voice. "Eli, you're back already? Did you get them already?"

Whatever lies on the other side of that opening is worse than anything we have seen. Theo lifts his head slowly, as if he can sense us watching. His mouth curves into a smile. “The war is not over,” I say aloud, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. It is only beginning. This time, we know what we are fighting. Immortal beings who do not fear death. Creatures who will not stop until wolves are either perfected or erased. And somewhere in Alaska, a clock has started ticking. If Theo’s gateway opens, the world we know may not survive what comes through it.

She took out a dagger. Blood was seen everywhere. Before Lori fell, she reached out to touch my tombstone. "Don't be afraid, Chad. I'm coming to see you." When Lori died, I saw a white flash of light. I found myself in the nether world. The nether world guards brought me to face the ruler of the nether world. As I had lived a good life, he arranged for me to be reincarnated into a good family as compensation. I asked curiously, "What about Lori? What would become of her in her next life?"