Stories On Life After Death Novels & Stories

“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?”

Every morning after waking up, I watered the flowers in my little garden, watching them bloom bit by bit. I toasted a couple of slices of bread, brewed a cup of coffee, and finished breakfast. Then, I sat down at the piano and played the new pieces I had written. The black and white keys became the brightest colors in my life. Two months later, someone from the fake death service company called me. "Did you know that Twinkle has been looking for you nonstop?" After saying that, he sent me a few photos. Even the big screens at shopping malls were displaying missing person notices.

That's the difference. Anyway, yes. The stories, as I've heard them, are true. They were childhood best friends, then childhood sweethearts, then adult best friends, then sweethearts, then married until they were old and gray. I'm sure they found each other in the afterlife and are just as happy there as they were in life.

Chapter-105 (Meeting dad) AFTERLIFE Eddie woke up and found himself in the afterlife. He knew it was the end of the road for him and was happy he had finished Tony himself before he died. He looked everywhere and noticed it had changed from how it was the last time he was there. He got up and his face was full of smiles. "This place has really changed". Eddie muttered. He could see different kinds of animals playing with themselves, fishes jumping out from the river and going back inside. He could see the fireflies everywhere and beautiful flowers. It was such a beautiful sight to see.

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.

If I could get a chance to live again, I will take it up with the elders for lying to children about life after death. The stories among the living make death sound so inviting. They say that everything becomes pure and brighter in the afterlife. But that is just a lie! There is no paradise. There are no lush green sceneries. Neither are the roads made of gold and beautiful cobblestone. I see no deep blue seas and chirpy and colorful birds here. All there is for me to see is darkness. A deep dark abyss of nothingness. A vast expanse of despair and absolutely nothing! The truth is, I would rather get back to life and feel the excruciating pain once more. It is better than this darkness.

"Stories? Experiences?" "Think about it," Whitmore said, warming to his subject with the enthusiasm of a professor who'd found an eager student. "Death is eternal, unchanging, always the same. But human lives? Human lives are chaos and choice, joy and suffering, love and loss. Every life is a story, and stories are the only currency that can surprise an immortal being."

But Cairo's voice stopped me, sharp and pleading through his sobs. "Your Highness! Please tell me! Is there an afterlife in this world? If I die now, Master and I will definitely meet again in the afterlife, right?!" I paused, half-turning to look at him. His face was a mess of blood and tears, his eyes wild with a hope I couldn't bear. "There is no afterlife," I said, my voice flat and cold, a blade to sever his delusion. It was the truth I clung to - no redemption, no reunion, just the dark and the dust.

"I am what you might call a timekeeper. A guide of sorts for souls like yours, lost between realms." "Lost?" Alessia repeated, her brows knitting together. "I don’t understand. Am I… dead?" The Time Keeper’s eyes softened, though his expression remained enigmatic. "Not entirely. Your body lies in a coma, hovering on the edge of life and death. Your soul, however, has wandered free, seeking answers it doesn’t yet remember." His words hit her like a tidal wave. A coma? Her brow furrowed, struggling to piece together fragmented memories that refused to surface.

She does not believe in that any longer. “Can you answer one question of mine?” Yuri asked, and the pastor smiled and nodded. “As long as I can answer it,” he replied. “What is…life after death?” asked Yuri, still not taking her eyes off of the statue of Jesus Christ. “Where do people go after death?” The pastor smiled, though he seemed a little surprised at this question, and he turned towards the statue of Jesus Christ himself. “They go to Him,” he answered simply. “We return to His side. We return to God Himself.”