Japan Afterlife Novels & Stories

My fingers were covered in frostbite because of it. "Trying to please me, huh? Fine, you succeeded. If you donate bone marrow to Caleb now, you'll be my best daughter for the rest of your life," Mom said. Before my death, I would have dreamed of hearing those words. But now, it didn't matter anymore. After all, she couldn't find me. I was already dead. … April 9th, 2025. Cloudy. The 99th day after my death. In the past few days, I had seen them search every corner of the town. Every blade of grass in the park, every alleyway, and every trash can had been searched.

I wasn’t sure if it was because of his silly face or it was my body’s post-response to all the tears that I’ve shed. “Have you ever tried wishing for a new life?” His voice became serious and he gave out a warm yet dodgy smile. “You know, Japanese and Korean comics have been too popular as of the moment because of its reincarnation or transmigration stories. Have you ever wished to experience the same thing?” Scenes from the stories that I have read flowed in my mind smoothly, it was as if someone intended that I remember it. In a slow manner, I nodded at him. “Well, I’ll lie if I say I didn’t. But I know it was just a fleeting dream.” I faced the window—silently asking to end our conversati

THREE DAYS LATER.. It was Alessia's supposed wedding day and Bryan hasn't muttered a word since he woke up. “We'll dispose her body in the river after the molding has been done” Those words of Stephen's uncle haunted Bryan all through the night, he couldn't sleep a wink and as if the heavens weren't on his side, Alessia's image didn't leave his head all through. “How could you be this cruel, intending to have the body of a billionaire's daughter rot in a river?” a part of him didn't stop reminding and stabbing him with its whispers.

“Cool. So, this is the afterlife. I’ve gone and died, haven’t I?” That is for you to decide. It can be an end for you. “An end? Not the end?” Yes. An end. Not the end. You may choose if you wish to live on and brave the waves of the life you left. You may equally choose to move on and be at one with the after-realm, this realm of spirits. “As much as I wish to go back, didn’t you see what just happened? A bunch of soldiers shot me dead. I cannot physically recover, can I?”

As if the Swords of Damocles were hanging over their heads, no one knew when they would come down. “He said that the Pool of Afterlife will have one day at most. After that, the Pool of Afterlife will never appear again. He seems to know something, doesn’t he?” “The Buddhist lotus has entered his body. Based on my guess, the Underworld God must have left something to him… Forget it. We can find magical treasures and resources again later, but now I just want to leave this hellish place as soon as possible.” Some people started compromising, feeling that their lives were still the most important.

I stared at the celling for a while, I could not yet bring myself to the realisation that Yagami was dead. Life is like a midst, appears for just a day then disappears tomorrow. All that we have can quickly fade away replace with tears and sorrow, if a man should die, can he live again? This was the question I asked myself, I did not know what to say, I did not know the answer, could a man really live again? I haven't heard of a man waking up from the dead, except for the tales of Jesus Christ, when he raised people from the dead.

If this man was that important to them, then they could have talked about it. Jill and Charles created this world including its afterlife system. If anyone could bring back a dead person from this world it was them. He wouldn’t be human anymore but he would be alive if he wanted to be. It wasn’t something done often but in extreme cases like these, it was worth being an option.

When they entered, all they saw was a dead body devoid of any signs of life. “Forefather!” Jin, the greatest Japanese Shaman Master, had also kicked the bucket. Soon, weeping sounds filled the room. On the international dark web, in the exclusive section of GPE the next morning, explosive news filled every column there. The great Demigod of the Celestial Empire, Maxime, perished three days ago, while the Great Shaman of Japan, Jin, passed away yesterday.

But there was no medicine for regret. "Alessia, I hope we never meet again in the next life." He stood up and looked at the grave one last time. "Find someone who will cherish you and live a peaceful life." The sun was setting. He turned and walked away. His shadow stretched long behind him. I watched his back as my form slowly scattered into the wind. Salvatore was alive, but he was suffering more than the dead. The rest of his life would be a prison without walls. That was the greatest punishment he could ever receive.

I didn't know. "Great. Then where else would I be travelling to?" "Ocean, then, fire and then-" "Wait, fire? What does that stands for now, huh?" "Nothing. Just fire." "Oh." He continued immediately without even considering my singled statement reply. "Then, the woods and then, the next life." "So, like the after life or something?" "No. No one has ever been to the afterlife unless they were dead." He replied, his brows sliding upwards in confusion. How was I supposed to know that next life and after life were different!