Love After Death Novels & Stories

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

Later, she would recall this and believe it was true. The spirit was leaving a message. ‘One last message. There is one last thing to say. One last goodbye. Olivia and Ian. Love lost to jealousy and murder. A babe born to both. Sometimes death conquers before love can. But in that death, it is not the end. Love continues on, and the adventure doesn’t end. There are no goodbyes, for those are final. But there are until we meet again. Live well, and love for long. The next generation will see the light in their life. With love and luck we will meet again the day in the distant future you cross over. Live well. O + I’

The day before she died. "Tomorrow I die. I can feel it. The Absolute will come. Will tempt me. Will offer relief. And I'll refuse. I'll stay Aurora. I'll die myself. And you'll remember. Somehow. Eventually. Maybe. And if you do, know this: I loved you. All of you. Every day. Every midnight. Every forgetting. I loved you. Freely. Willingly. Completely. That was real. That mattered. That was enough. Goodbye, my loves. Remember me. Not with guilt. With joy. With gratitude. With love. I was Aurora. I stayed Aurora. I died Aurora. Remember Aurora. Always. Day one thousand nine hundred ninety-nine. The last day. The final entry. The ending. But also the forever. Because love doesn't end. Even wh

* Expressionless, Killian snapped Dad's neck. Two elderly corpses lay on the expensive carpet, blood pooling around them. Killian stood between the bodies, gasping for air. His gaze shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to utter dead silence. He looked at his hands and suddenly let out a laugh that made my blood run cold: "Hahahaha..." "Is this love?" "Love is a weakness! Love is death!" "I don't need this! No one gets close to me ever again!" [Player Keal: Deceased.]

She lifts her gaze to meet mine fully. “I loved you when you were powerful. I loved you when you were uncertain. I loved you before I knew what I was.” Emotion rises sharp and fast. “And I will love you even when I must stand above you.” The words hurt. But they are honest. Silence settles again. Then Death speaks one final time. “Your fear is based on a false premise.” I look up sharply. “What premise?” “That love can be engineered.” Nova squeezes my hand. Death’s voice remains steady.

Turning to look at the man I held onto, I was shocked to see a large red stain forming on his chest. Unable to stop the scream that fell from my lips, I stared at him in horror as his mouth opened and closed, unable to speak. Falling to the ground with a loud thud, the man groaned before I dropped to my knees and applied pressure to the wound. "My love..." he whispered through gasps. Gently placing his bloodied hand on my cheek, I felt his thumb brush against my skin, leaving a cold, wet sensation in its wake. "My only love..."

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part; Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love’s latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes,

And as we stand there, hand in hand, the stars above us seem to recognize it, too. Love isn’t bound by time. It isn’t bound by life or death. It is the pulse of the universe itself. And no force in existence can ever break what we have. Not now. Not ever. Together, we step into the light, two souls bound by a love that neither time nor death could sever. We are no longer apart, no longer lost. As we run toward the stars, hand in hand, I know this truth: love is not bound by the flesh, by form, or by life itself. It is a force of the universe, infinite and unyielding. This is our forever. And this—this is where love is eternal. Love... does not end. Not even in death. The End.

"Good thing you didn't find it strange, two women getting married. I always thought you're a bit too traditional." "I suppose I am, but it is not strange." He shrugged. "Hellborns are free to love whoever they want." Kat smirked. "I didn't know Hellborns are capable of love." "Of course we are." He nudged her, making her giggle. "In fact, we only fall in love once, and it lasts for the rest of our lives." "All centuries of it?" "Yes. No do-overs. No finding another person. No falling out of love. We feel it once, and we already know for sure that it will be forever."