Where The Dead Go To Die Book Novels & Stories

We have an old rule in our town. Any family with twins must choose one to make an example out of. That is the way to discipline one’s children and ensure they grow up well. Born four minutes before my brother, I became that example. When my brother snuck out to swim in the river, Mom didn’t scold him. Instead, she pressed my head into the river again and again. She finally stopped when my brother cried, yelling that he would never go to the river again. When my brother forgot to switch on the rice cooker, Mom came back home from work only to realize that the rice was still uncooked in the pot. She then served me two bowls of uncooked rice. “Finish them and don’t leave a single grain be

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

How big was this place? Some books were kept in a thick glass. I peered at them curiously. “The book of the Dead,” Dean Davina said proudly as she glanced at them. “Wait, you mean these books contain ways to talk to dead people?” I asked in utter bewilderment. “And allegedly how to raise them and control them,” Dean Davina replied. “That is a dangerous book to keep around,” I said with concern. “Hence, why it is kept here, away from prying eyes and greedy hands,” she replied.

I was just scanning through the book but I knew that I won't get anything more useful from it. So I went to return it and got another book on Afterlife. I wanted to know what happens when we die. Where does our soul go to? This particular book was quite self explanatory and it was more detailed than the first. I started flipping through the pages. It said that when we die our soul goes to a play where the Greeks describe as the Afterlife. According to the book,it is a place that you won't stay in for long. Your soul just goes there to stay for a while.

For the next three days, I handled everything alone. No one came to pay their respects. No one called. I was a ghost. Nothing left to hold onto in this world. On the day of the funeral, I stood alone at his grave. It was still raining. I looked at my father's kind smile on the headstone, and my heart turned to ash. "Papa," I whispered to the gray sky. "I'm coming home." At dusk, I dragged my empty body to the Brooklyn Bridge. The sun was setting, the river glittering below.

There was not a single soul in sight, and when they were in the air, she had looked down at the Town, viewing the whole place and saw how dead it was. They started to walk and Kyra had not seen a place that reflected an absence of life like the place. They had not walked too far when they saw ahead of them, piles of dead bodies that had been burnt. Someone must have gathered them up and set them on fire after they had died. There was a great stentch that roused from the place and Kyra had to cover her nose. "What is this place?" Sage asked after they walked past the piles of bodies. Kyra lowered her hand to her side and replied him, "This was the place my mother lived with her family. The pe

He spoke. I blinked, trying to digest in the information he just told me. "If people do come here when they are dead, where are they?" I asked. "Why is it only me here?" He seemed slightly taken back by that question. As if he was expecting more of my whining rather than a serious question. "Because...they all are supposed to cross the river." He was still looking at me. "To their life after death." Horror wasn't even the feeling I was going through at that moment. As much as I remembered, thanks to grandma, in Greek myths when you died your soul was supposed to cross the River Styx. One of the rivers of the Underworld.

"Go ahead, he's right there." Aria's eyes followed my gesture, and she erupted, her eyes bulging with fury. "Noelle, that's a hearse! It's meant for the dead. How could you put my son in there? "Have you no humanity? After all the kindness my son showed you!" Feigning confusion, I met Aria's gaze. "Mom, what are you talking about? Hearses are for the dead, and isn't your son, well, dead? I don't see the issue."

I prayed for his safety. Silence fell in the room until Mike spoke. “Where did you go after you died?” my heart ached. “Nowhere.” Everyone was stunned, we always believed that when we died, we would go back to the Goddess who created us and live in peace by her side. But when I died, I saw nothing but darkness. When the sky spilt in two.

the Death Book! The three masters stared in disbelief. Wasn't it said that Ivan and Abel's Death Book was always hidden and never seen by outsiders? What on earth was going on now!? They really couldn't imagine that Ivan and Abel's reaction was because their own secrets had already been discovered. Every time these two went to the Netherworld, they had to check the Death Book anyway, so it was better to just hand it over directly—it was easier for everyone. Amelia, as if greeting old friends, looked at them: "I'd like to trouble you both to help me check on a living spirit named Deborah. Is she currently in the Netherworld, and which Ghost Escort took her?"