Love After Death Novels & Stories

I had even tricked myself into believing we were like an ordinary married couple. How foolish. No matter how well-fed and beautifully groomed a canary was, it was still trapped in a cage. That so-called tenderness was nothing more than a pet owner baiting the bird to keep breeding. Once it stopped being obedient and lost its value, it would be left out in the cold. There had never been any real love from the start. It had always been a clear transaction. The final day of the contract happened to fall on the seventh anniversary of my marriage to Salvatore.

I flipped the note open again. That scent was unmistakably hers. Even if it was faint and nearly undetectable. Black liquorice. That was the only element other than Nox’s scent that could make my body shake with excitement. It was difficult to give up on your first love, I guess. I turned and lightly brushed off the hair locks from my mate’s face. I loved him. More than Ilana. When Ilana died, my happiness died, but if Nox died, my soul would die.

I held my true love in my arms and shook her hard, desperate for a response. Silence. Chill. Cold. "Yola, this isn't funny at all! Why are you doing this cruel trick. Yola? Yolanda. Wake up! Please, wake up!" I rapidly took her pulse, panic and fury rising like Ran's sea storms inside my starving breast. My one true love was cold, a cadaver, mincemeat, Wotan's blue death blooming on her wan flesh like snowflake fractals. Sent to the great beyond by my lips alone.

She didn’t have to. “So you faked your death,” I said quietly. She nodded. “Not because I didn’t love him…” Her eyes locked onto mine. “But because I loved him enough to disappear.” Silence filled the room. “And now?” I asked. Her expression hardened slightly. “Now we help him.” A shift. A decision. “There’s a war coming,” she said. “It’s already started,” I replied. “No,” she said quietly. “What you’ve seen so far?” A pause.

He touched my face. Cold. So cold. "Soon, I won't need dreams. Soon, I'll come for real. And when I do, I'll take you back. Take your mate. Take your precious pack. Everything you love will burn." "Why?" I managed to whisper. "Why can't you just let go?" "Because love doesn't let go," he said. "Real love holds on. Forever. Through death and life and every world between." "That's not love. That's obsession."

Has to count for something. Even if tomorrow is the end. At least we loved each other first. Loved each other completely. Loved each other forever. And that's all that really matters. Love. Pure. Complete. Eternal love. Nothing can take that away. Not death. Not distance. Not anything. We're bonded. Connected. Forever. In this life and whatever comes after. Together. Always together. No matter what

Lovato cried out as he pulled her falling body closer to him. "My love….I...I'm…" Mariza gasped, as she sucked in the cold air. "No, you can't leave me," Lovato reminded her. "I can't.... I can't lose you again..." "L-L...love..you"-Her voice was only a whisper now as she coughed out a volume of blood..."my dearest sir, who would have thought I'd be so lucky to find a man...as perfect as you-"That was it. There was no more left Marisa could say for Lovato. She was empty–just a lump of flesh - no life left in her whatsoever, she was truly and utterly dead ..

Vittoria's POV “Be my girlfriend, Vittoria.” It took a moment for the words to register in my head and when it did, I froze, my heart pounding in my chest with different emotions struggling for dominance. Girlfriend? The idea of it bounced in my head. The rational part of me said a big no, he was Ricardo Lombardi, he had a hand in my father's death. But the rational side of me wouldn't have been naked in bed with him.

The painful tension of all the last months subsides, giving way to tenderness of the same universal scale. “I love you too*…” she purrs and rubs her cheek against his shoulder. Everyone, now you can die. Breathe this second. Happier to be simply impossible! Even if she's lying now. Lou can't believe so easily that such a creature can truly love him. So what, and let ... It does not matter. She's mine - mine - mine! *I love you too.

Sage kneed him in the gut, then reached around and knocked him off. The two of them lay there, on their backs, beside each other, looking up at the moonlit sky, catching their breath. Sage wiped blood off the corner of his mouth. It was useless, he knew that: Lore couldn’t be killed. Just like him. “I love you Sage, you know that?” Lore said, breaking into light laughter. Just like him, Sage thought. In Lore’s sick, demented mind, this was love. “Stay away from her,” Sage spat, getting to his feet slowly, limping across the lawn.