Stories On Life After Death Novels & Stories

Una asked. She was at the edge of life and death; it would not be a surprise if she crossed over. The old men usually said that there is only a thin line between life and death and it seemed like she had successfully crossed over it. "The afterlife?" Irkal asked confused. She was unaware of what that statement meant. "Is this not the afterlife?" Una asked. "I am sorry, but I do not know what you mean by that," Irkal said, tempted to add honour to it, but she did not want to be too hasty.

Shaking my head, I said, "No, not a vision. A prevoius life." He loosened his grip on my arms. "What did you say?" It all came pouring out. There had been no visions of the future. This was my second life after I had been killed by Rose. How his parents, Sheila, and Rickey had died last time. "That's why you can't promise anything. Something bad will happen to you just like everyone else," I said as I fell forward and sobbed into the bed. With my face buried in the sheets, I couldn't see his expression, nor did I care to. All I could think about were all the possible horrible things that could happen before I died again.

One day she will be the death of me. I climbed higher and checked the area. There was no undead close by or any other travelers. I can’t say if that was good or bad. I sniffed again and now I could tell where the others are. They were busy……….. I cocked my head to the side. Are they having sex? I gagged this was disgusting. Not because they were gay, which I doubt, but because they looked ugly and deformed. Cannibalism can do that to you. Your body won’t be healthy feeding on human flesh, especially one full of diseases and goddess knows what else.

It felt like there were so many things he could have avoided had he asked some questions or thought about them properly. It did not matter. It was already passed. None of it mattered. “What happened after my death in the previous world?” Suit’s smile faltered a little before letting out a chuckle. Anderson had recovered a little too quickly for his liking. “Nothing. The story will move on. The story always does. Just like here. After you die, everyone else will move on. I get you, your wife dies, and no one else will remember you even embarked on such a perilous journey.” Anderson just stared. “The story will always move on.” Suit finished his statement.

She told me with enthusiasm, "Oh, you probably did not know! Once you left, Sir Reynold gathered the people in the mansion and told us the strange phenomenon about the 'door to the afterlife'! Carl went up and stand as a witness. They told us that we should gather more information about it since it is related to the dead society. The 'door to the afterlife' might be the key for us so rest peacefully or to go to paradise!" I was stumped. We did not even see the 'door to the afterlife' how can they be sure it leads to paradise? Was it because Rica was able to resolve her regrets before seeing the door to the afterlife that they made this conjecture? I have heard many rumors that the dead who s

My eyes snapped open suddenly. What now? I wa a freak. I drained everyone, turned them older than they should be. This was worse than outright murder. Once dead, the spirit went somewhere very far away, perhaps to the afterlife those religious fanatics wouldn’t shut up about. But when I drained their life, they remained trapped in a body readying for the grave, knowing they should have years ahead of them. It was an unmitigated horror of terrible depths.

I had passed out just to open my eyes to this freaking place. Was I dead? Was this place my afterlife?! I started pacing about in frustration. Talking nonstop like a mad woman. I've heard that each person's soul has an afterlife when they pass away. I wrote that fiction in one of my books too… that mind of life real?! So, I died sacrificing my life for that Priest? Omg!!! I squelched to my knees warily. This must be a dream!!! I shook my head in disbelief. I was completely in awe when a malicious laugh caught my ears. "Ha...Ha...Ha…!"

I was told by Xian. "You're going to go another dimension for me. You'll make the journey to the afterlife. To the dead people's land. A farther sphere. The final resting place of all supernatural beings." He spoke making my eyes widen at him. I blinked wide my eyes in extreme confusion "What precisely am I doing in the afterlife? What if I'm unable to escape? What precisely am I going to see? A group of deceased individuals roaming a cemetery that resembles a graveyard?" I questioned.

Not everyone lives a good life in the afterlife. The afterlife is like a second life almost. It’s incredibly strange, and I can’t seem to wrap my mind around it fully. Zane understands it so much better than me, but he is also the son of Death, so that’s cheating in my book. The kids seem to grasp the concept pretty well, but not me. I never understood magic, and as much as I’ve tried over the years, it doesn't click in my brain. It’s a foreign concept that I can’t fully comprehend. I’m actually okay with not understanding it all. Besides, I don’t need to understand it. My role is to support, and I play my role very well.

Kaid lifts himself, a claw across his cheek, covered in gore likewise as as he pulls me off the dreaded corpse that I was still hacking away at. "It's dead Leila" Another stab. "I said it's dead" Another stab. With a heavy sigh, Kaid pulls me away, wiping the blood from my face as he stares at me. "I doubt he'll ever cross over to the otherside" "I didn't know wherewolves believed in life after death" "They don't, but there must be something other than this messed up life we're living yes?" He asks wiping down my hands likewise. "The general will be proud"