Japan Afterlife Novels & Stories

Please don’t hurt us anymore! “Even they are afraid of him?!” Cocong, Buriko, Aoi, and Jeje are shocked by seeing such a view. “Huh?” Alfi is confused. ”Didn’t you end up becoming a wandering spirit as I killed both of you? Don’t you want to go to the afterlife in peace?” He asked. “No! We like staying here!” Taye exclaimed. “We live in peace here already!” Wira exclaimed. “I’m not sure that you do ‘live" here,” Alfi said awkwardly.

I always thought the hereafter is a place where you get to reunite with the people you loved, spending your eternity in their company. I was wrong. It’s nothing like that. It’s not bad, just not what I expected. As it turns out, the afterlife is a strange place. There’s nothing here. Just endless white and this warm, comforting light. I’ve never known peace like it. I don’t even care that I’m all alone. “Willow?”

Your soul just goes there to stay for a while. Researching more about Afterlife,I found out that in very rare cases some people do pass from the Afterlife to another life. Normally this happens to people who have uncompleted jobs on planet Earth,they will be sent back as another person to go complete the job and then they will die and get back to spend their eternity at the place they were supposed to.

“I’d…stopped believing in God the day that my mother died. If there really is a life after death…then what do you think that it is like?” Ren and Tohya exchanged looks before turning back towards Yuri. “I don’t know,” said Ren with a shrug. “I probably can’t give you the answer that you’re searching for. But if you want my opinion on what life after death is, then I like to think of it as a paradise where no injustice of any sort occurs.” Ren’s words struck a chord in Yuri’s heart, and a memory of a time long past came to the surface of her mind. When I asked Michio-niisan where my mother had gone to when I was younger, he told me that my mother is in Heaven with the angels. I like to think

She looked, startled. "Oh you're still there" She said flatly as she wiped her cheeks. They were pale dry, but she just assumed at that time that the tears would fall. "How is it going?" She asked and i turned the phone around to the lights i had put out in the night and the chairs i had arranged. It was an open ground, a funeral ground. That way, he was both close to home and still surrounded by people. Jacq did, believe in the afterlife so much because she thought she had experienced it that time she tried to kill herself. She saw her mother and father and she'd give anything to see them again. Now.

family that was about to embark on a fresh new life. A life without me in it. They didn't know that day was exactly the seventh day after my death.

"Alright, alright, my princess. I'm hanging up." The night was pitch black. Somehow, I felt suffocated as if it wrapped me tightly. I held Vivian's blood-soaked body. Eyes blank. Mind gone. It made no sense. Yesterday, she was dead set on leaving the Domingos with me. Now she was the girl who jumped. She hated heights. Couldn't handle pain. Still—thirty stories. Gone. I went through the motions—police, paperwork, cremation. By sunrise, the loud, lively Vivian was just ashes in a box.

"But I don't love you anymore. No one will stay in the same place waiting forever, Gary. The man I loved—the one whose heart held only me—died long ago, buried across 999 lifetimes. "The man you are now is nothing but a stranger to me. You need to accept the punishment you deserve." I walked away, hand in hand with Charles. Behind me came the sound of Gary's heart-wrenching sobs, but I never once looked back. In this life, I never would. Later, Charles and I stayed in Pereem, pursuing the work we loved. We designed a gown that stole the spotlight at a major fashion show and won international acclaim. On the day we received our award, I heard that Lucy, who had long been sentenced to death, w

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

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.