Story About Life After Death Novels & Stories

"Don't worry. I'll ensure you die a horrible death. I'll let you watch me cut off your limbs, rip your heart out of your chest, and finally decapitate you …" The man's eyes bulged, almost popping out of their sockets. As he was suffocating, he could only gasp for breath. He was obviously in anguish. Layla continued, "Not only that, I'll dissect you so no one can find you. Even if they do, they won't be able to put the pieces back together. I once heard that if the deceased's corpse is incomplete, they won't go into the afterlife. I don't think the likes of you deserve an afterlife. You should stay in hell obediently."

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

“I have waited years for this moment.” “Fuck,” i cussed, running a hand through mt hair. “And they say the afterlife is the people's dream.” “The gods lied.” “They always do,” I added. I turned away placing a hand on my waist. “Where am I?” “You,” she said, “are in the land between the living and the dead.” “So I died,” I shrugged. “Just like you predicted. When will the good stuff happen?”

My voice was so calm that it even scared me. "Amelie died—that was her price. You have your own price to pay." Twinkle stayed silent for a long time, then lowered his head. Tears fell and hit the tile floor. "I understand. I'm sorry." With that, he turned and left, disappearing from my sight. I found a burial plot for Amelie and laid her to rest. She'd made a lot of mistakes. She lived brightly and boldly, never expecting to die so miserably. Later, I saw a news report.

She could hear the faint tick of the clock above the nurses’ station. "Almost midnight" she thought while yawning. "Just an hour more and I can go home and sleeeep". That night was stressful as hell, for a moment, she wished no one had an emergency that required treatment for just the space of one hour. After her shift, who ever wants to die should die. Her phone buzzed. A message from Audrey. > AUDREY: You still alive, nurse girl? EVA: Barely. AUDREY: You’ll be fine. Sleep, eat, breathe. Repeat. That’s life.

It was strange to think about, but it was the truth. Trying to figure out where she was wasn’t easy. There were two options. Rather, there was only one probable one, but she would include the unrealistic one in her possibilities. One, was that she was at StonePaw. Where else would Keegan have taken her, injured nonetheless? The second option, judging on the color of the room and the white light, was that she had passed and was on the other side. She didn’t feel dead, though. She felt very much alive. But who said that death of the physical body included death of emotions and thoughts? Nobody knew what happened in the hereafter. Everyone guessed, but the truth would only be known upon taking

All I have is his disembodied voice, and instead of filling me with confidence, it scares the living crap out of me. Ruth smiles and nods encouragement. We zoom through the misty veil. Below us, hundreds, thousands, of individual afterlives flash by. All of them belong to vampires. I guess humans go to a different place when they die. Suddenly, we fall from the veil and land on a desolate path. There’s nothing to see here. Everything’s brown and rocky. There isn’t as much as a green weed peaking its head out from the dry, cracked earth. The land around us, even the path we’re walking on, is completely and utterly devoid of anything resembling life – past, present, or future. It’s just vast n

He ridiculed, "Don't tell me you believe in that bullshit too?" "I do," Elsie agreed, in a firm tone. Waving his hands, Aiden scoffed, "Don't be silly." "Sincerely, what if I told you I was reborn?" Elsie asked, anticipation glowing in her eyes. She wondered if he would believe that this was her second life, which explained her extreme changes. If he would believe that Lynn Painter could not be dead, for she was the one that killed both of them. If he would believe that there was an entire group of people who had lived before and had been granted another chance by the Almighty.

But now that I heard her voice, a prickling sensation ran through me. What was going on? ‘You’re in between,’ she told me. ‘In between what?’ I asked. ‘In between death and the afterlife. This is death, Eden. This space. This is the space between life and the afterlife.’ ‘What is that?’ I asked, pointing to the white abyss. ‘That’s the afterlife,’ she said. ‘And any moment now, you’ll be pulled into the abyss. That’s where your afterlife awaits you.’ I looked to the white abyss. ‘But that’s where the others went,’ I said, confused.

"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