Death Is Only The Beginning Novels & Stories

He looked at me a little concerned. "I'm not leaving unless you come with me," I told him and squeezed his hand. He smiled back at me. "I don't know if you remember what happened the first time I visited your home and what I am, um, I'm Death and I'm immortal," I stated firmly and watched an array of emotions cross his eyes. "What does that even mean, you kill people and cannot die," he asked incredulously. I bit my lip and sighed.

If he was even a little bit sober, he wouldn't forget how much he hated her, let alone speak to her like that. Olivia buried her head in his embrace. Sniffling and trembling, she asked, "Ethan, what would you do if I were dead?" "What are you talking about?" "Everyone dies. Everyone born into this world ages and eventually falls sick before dying. No one can escape that." "Well, then I will die with you. We will enter eternal slumber together and be laid to rest at the same place." Smiling helplessly, Olivia tightly held onto his shirt. "Nonsense. I'm sure you'll celebrate with fireworks and marry someone else the moment I pass on."

Death is not the End Don’t be ungrateful Life isn’t yours to keep forever Life is just a trip remember Anything that is born. has to die Yes It doesn’t matter If ur weak or strong,rich or poor, old or young Brilliant or dumb oh no. it took my father Death the great equalizer. No Don’t be scared death isn’t the end I tell you they is just a beginning from the end And from here we ride the journey of internal life. Internal life yes . peace of mind The soul never dies

Anthony said. Ross said, “Do you still remember what the Death Judge said? That room will become their grave, and everyone will disappear from this world forever. What does the Death Judge mean by disappearing?” “It means that people are dead. It’s not really an important matter, though, right?” Judy said with her eyes wide open. Bowman said, “The most important thing now is how four people will get to press all those ten buttons.” The corner of Ross’s mouth twitched slightly. He had been thinking about the matter for a long time, and an idea suddenly popped up in his mind.

Full of life. That's the real story. Not death. Not tragedy. Not impossible soul transference. Just life. Beautiful, messy, ordinary, extraordinary life. Finally. Completely. Forever. New beginning. Every day. Every moment. Every choice. New beginning. Always.

This was just the beginning. The End.

Something older than First Death, older than First Wolf, older than anything that’s manifested in this crisis. “I am the Witness of Endings,” it announces. “I existed before death was created to observe what happens when things cease. And I’m here to inform you that this entire debate is pointless.” It gestures and shows us something that makes everyone freeze. Death itself is dying. Not Original Death, not negotiable death, but the concept of death across all realities.

My life had only just begun. —The End

My real life had only just begun. (The End)

She must have sensed his fury. “What are you doing out here in the river Styx? Don’t you know you could have DIED?” He held her arms and shook her. For gods and demigods, going in the river Styx does not affect them in any way. But for mortals, the river Styx is deadly. It absorbs the life force of the human until it becomes lifeless. “That would be better than not trying to escape!” She countered. “Why would you even escape?” “You do not understand.”