The After Novels & Stories

“Hahaha!!!” Someone laughed heartily. “We know that you are the miracle doctor who caused the Underworld God to commit suicide a few days ago, but we aren't about to. The Pool of Afterlife is right here, and once we jump into it, we can leave this hellish place and rebuild our physical bodies. Do you think you can stop us?” Alex pointed at the Pool of Afterlife. “Are you guys talking about this?” That person said, “Isn’t this the Pool of Afterlife?”

Sophia whispered to the silent rafters. And in the quiet of the dreamspace, Lumen watched the city sleep, understanding that the most perfect thing about the "After" was its willingness to be beautifully, stubbornly broken.

I ate at the table alone. The house was very quiet. And somewhere between one bite and the next I realised that the heaviness in my chest, the one that had been sitting there since 2 a.m. two nights ago, had shifted slightly. Not gone. But different. Less like grief and more like something that had made a decision.

“I can’t live without you.” I turned away, forcing my heartbeat to steady. “If you keep coming near me,” I said quietly, “you’ll never see me again. Not even as a memory.” He didn’t answer. He just stood there, crying silently, like the weight of his sins had finally crushed him. The next night, I came home late from work. The elevator doors opened, and I smelled food—warm, rich, familiar. For a second, I thought Clara was cooking. But when I walked into the apartment, Luca stepped out of the kitchen wearing an apron, holding a tray.

Nate rotated the steering wheel to the right and they were out of the courtyard and on the road leading to Ivywood High. Diana looked at the fading board which marked the border of Orilon on the opposite end; a little further another board saying ‘Welcome to Everwinter' stood. From a side glance she could see Nate who looked as handsome as ever, even on a Monday morning. He whistled occasionally, trying to lighten up her mood but the witch ignored all his attempts. He would also often give her long stares, making her turn her head more on the opposite side but now her neck had started to ache.

Or is it? The final question: What comes after death when you've refused everything? When you've stayed yourself? When you've won by losing? Tell me what you think happens next! Is there peace? Another test? A final twist? Chapter 92 is THE AFTER! END OF CHAPTER NINETY-ONE

I recuperated in bed for two months and finally recovered. Back in the country, John 's racing team terminated its cooperation with Sharon. They posted a self-narrative video of John on Weibo. In the top-pinned video, John looked very different from his usual refined self. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was unkempt, and his suit was wrinkled. His voice was hoarse as he gazed deeply into the camera. “Due to some misunderstandings, I lost the girl I love the most—Vivian. She's left me now. If anyone has seen her, please contact...”

That's all I could do. Caden chuckled, a low, humorless sound. He stopped a few feet from me, close enough that I could feel the cold power coming off him. "Oh, I think you do. Do you really want to play this game? Because I have a video. A very clear video, Maeve. Of 'Eve' dancing at the Eclipse Club." My stomach dropped to my feet. A video. Security footage. Of course. How else would he know? I felt sick.

"There's good news and bad news. Helen didn't take the death of Mr. and Mrs. Carlton very well. She vanished on the same night. She hasn't resurfaced in almost six months. I think she has left Aldenvine. The Toxic Hive bases in Aldenvine have also been moved. "Ms. Miller … left with the others. The Black Ravens have yet to be seen. I'm not sure if the mission has been canceled or if they're just hiding." All leads had gone cold. Following the departure of Toxic Hive, a lot of the events from the past became shrouded in mystery, and the truth was also concealed. "The good news is that our research team has already finished the tests for the M-1 drug you brought back. We're able to formulate i

However, not long after, some of the customers also began staring at their screens with shocked looks on their faces. Avery was curious, as she stared at the shocked expressions on their faces, completely lost. She wondered what was going on. What were they all staring at or watching? Out of curiosity, she tried to inch close to one of the customers but Jeffery approached her, grabbing her hand and pulling her back to the counter. He dropped his phone on the counter. “There.” He said to her while she picked up the phone. A live stream was on, showcasing a very badly damaged military camp, with several mutilated bodies lying all around. There were puddles of blood all around, coming together