Stories On Life After Death Novels & Stories

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

"It happened to me. Forty years ago, when I was thirty-one years old, I died. And I came back." The quiet in the room was complete. "I am not telling you this to create sympathy," he said. "I am not asking you to reconsider anything about what comes next. I understand what the next months look like for me." He paused. "I am telling you because you should know that you are not the only one. That you were never the only one. That there are others — some of whom you will find, some of whom may find you — and that what you choose to do with the second life matters in ways that extend beyond your own story."

“It’s not really different from being alive. We still eat, sleep, and all the fun stuff. However, pain isn’t really a thing. You don’t have to worry about breaking bones. Chris braved the unknown and needlessly jumped off a three-story cabin just to test it out.” I was not even surprised that he did that. It was a good fucking thing that he could not die again or else he would be fucked. We spent the next few hours reconnecting with each other. This was not exactly what I had anticipated the afterlife would be like, but I was really fucking thankful for this. This right here was everything. Our loved ones. Our purpose. Our story. Our fucking everything.

but I am glad I can die with you queen:- me too they imagine happy live together before die then king and queen died and hold each other hand till the end but war never stop and both group do fighting but not big war to each other. their group still exists and still hate each other mom:- and the story end why are you crying atri:- I feel sad because they can't live together atri hug her mom and start crying mom:- they can live happily in heaven so don't worry then father enter in room father:- what happen atri why are you crying who make you cry tell me

"Yes. How could the smell of death be mixed with hope? When someone dies they turned into ashes and that was the end of it." Elisia moved and positioned herself on top of him. Her chin was on his chest while she looked at him with admiration. "Do you really believe that?" She asked. Thane frowned. He couldn't understand why she asked him that question. Maybe because she was immortal that it was hard for her to believe that nothing comes after death. "You see, death and hope are always with us. Even creatures like us could perish someday. But we always hope that it would not happen. If it did happen, those we left behind hoped for our peaceful journey to the afterlife. There is no worse death

Emilia asks, hoping for some sort of switch in conversation, though Liviana only uses it to further her minds spiral into the idea of immortality. "Well, no one really knows what happens when you die." She says. "I mean, people have their beliefs, of course. Maybe it's heaven and hell or reincarnation. Some believe your soul is set free and you're at peace, others believe you're on some other side, maybe some sort of ghost. Maybe there's nothing at all, and when you die, you're just left to eternal nothingness... Those are the theories, but no one actually knows. For all we know, we could get to choose, and those are all the options."

" The bodyguard was getting desperate because Everly wasn't listening to him at all. He had no idea how Henry was able to keep her under control. The bodyguard took the call and put it on speaker. A woman's voice rang out. "Eve, are you there?" Everly's eyes widened when she heard the voice. "Say, do you guys think I'm hallucinating? Why am I hearing the voices from the afterlife when I'm still alive?" "What afterlife? Eve, where are you? It's me. I'm not dead," Olivia said anxiously. Everly looked at the bodyguard and asked, "Did you hear what she said?" The bodyguard didn't care who was on the other end of the phone.

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.

Mary answered in the dorm of a question "Well my mum told me today that all stories and tales are sprinled with truth. And all the gods are real the moon goddess created us and assigned our wolves our mates and when we turn, I don't believe she would condem us if we believe in an alternative afterlife or maybe our afterlife is the same as the vikings and your nan's beliefs, we just don't know and probably never will until we die. That's why it's called an afterlife" I answered

I was just waiting for my death, that was the end of me, dead in a little busy street, with no hope of being found. But suddenly in the dark something caught my eye, someone was behind my stalker, someone who seemed to belong to the night world, his claws were sharp and his fangs ready to attack, and with one movement his hand crossed his body making it fall right next to me, I couldn't observe anything anymore, my eyes couldn't stay open any longer, my last memory was of being held in my arms by the person who saved my life and that's when my eyes they went through the dark.