Life After Death Book Summary Novels & Stories

A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience. There's no pulse. No breath. Her eyelashes rest against skin thats already turning pale. She's too still. It's not sleep. It's not unconsciousness. She's gone. I've seen thousands of people dead. Men killed on battlefields. Women burned in sanctuaries. Children thrown into plague pits like discarded clothes. Death doesn't interest me much anymore. This one does. I told myself to walk It's a practical.thought. If the blood doesn't work, the problem solves itself. If it takes hold, distance will keep judgment from clouding what needs to be done.

He clearly hated me to the core, so why did he seem utterly shattered when he learned of my death? … "I'll never come back again," I said coldly. Jason's gaze darkened. "Good. That saves everyone the trouble." As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Freya Tyler's hand and walked away without looking back. If I had known Freya would be at this hospital for her prenatal checkup, I would never have agreed to Zayne Gilmore's suggestion to come here for a retest. Zayne was my attending physician and had extensive expertise in ALS research. Five years ago, he had been the one who advised me to seek treatment overseas.

I would have laughed if I had lungs. “Feels more like I jumped off the train with a bomb and hoped for the best,” I said. “Is it… gone?” “The old structure?” The composite head tilted. “Collapsing. It takes time for anything that big to finish dying, even outside of time. But you put the kill command in the right place.” Somewhere far away—too far to hear, but close enough to *feel*—a massive system screamed and then went quiet. “And this?” I asked, glancing around at the endless white. “Is this… what, the after‑after‑life? The waiting room for idiots who stab gods with pens?”

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.

Or maybe it was because I'd just survived two nightmare worlds in what felt like two days, and my brain was finally catching up to the fact that I was dead and this was my eternity now. Fun times. I was sitting by the window again, watching the fog roll past. Axel was beside me, close enough that our shoulders touched. He hadn't said much since we got back on the bus. None of us had. We were all too busy processing the fact that we'd watched twelve people get erased from existence. Twelve deadies who'd been standing next to us just hours ago. Gone. Like they'd never existed at all. "You okay, newbie?" Axel asked quietly.

I went to the hospital for a checkup and found out I wasn't just showing signs of early menopause; I also had diabetes and high blood pressure. Marcus not only mocked my appearance but also openly brought other women to the villa for the night. I was so furious that I had a stroke and collapsed, begging him to take me to the hospital. Without sparing me a glance, he walked straight into our bedroom with the woman he'd brought home. By the time someone found me the next day, it was too late. I died on the way to the hospital. Now that I'd been given a second chance at life, I was determined to uncover the cause and never let history repeat itself.

Life is sometimes so unfair but objectively correct. There are no pains that cannot be healed, no bonds that cannot be joined, people that do not come back—the concept of life and death. Widely known as the eminent pain after a person, who is deliberately said to set out on a better journey. Maybe not. Since no one has yet discovered what occurs after death, there are only scientific and religious theories to go by.

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.

I just got what they were passing on to me! Jerome smiled, brushing her cheek gently. ‘That's good. I'm sure you feel better.' She nodded brilliantly. 'I do, I do. I feel better. Life after physical death is so real…so real…' 'Certainly. It's ignorance that makes some men think otherwise. Our existence continues after our earth life. It has always been like that. It's natural!’ 'It's true… It's true.' 'And where we find ourselves after physical death depends mainly on how we lived our lives while on earth. Our fate lies in our hands. Joy or sorrow is in ours to make. Our deeds, our utterances our beliefs can make or mar us when we leave the earth.'

"Life is precious, as is death. Death is a very important part of life. Humans have many different phases, and those who live with an acceptance of death die with less regret. If only humans pay attention, they learn not to waste time." Death is a fundamental part of life, and the Reaper must claim the souls of the deceased to preserve the balance of nature. The Reaper does not "kill" mortals but merely guides their spirits to the next realm, and it is not their place to judge souls or determine what will become of them.