Deathandlife Stories

When even their own existences are at risk, Aaron and Hope must defy both the living and the dead in order to survive a destiny designed to destroy them. Every living person carries blessings from their loved ones in Heaven, everyone but Hope. She is at the lowest point of her life when she meets Aaron, a ticking time bomb of a field agent from the Balcony of Heaven. The BOH is no ordinary organization. It harvests the love and remembrance of the living, turns that soul energy into blessings, and sends them back to the world of the living. Its employees aren't human. Neither is Aaron. Even here, he is seen as unstable - a soul that could have been, and might still become, a vengeful spirit. And Hope has no idea. Meeting Aaron may mark the end of her misfortune... or her life itself.

⚡ Chronicles of ASG - where power decides everything. An existence where gods & angels breaks " Is the darkness wrong or is the light unfair '' Why is the SUPREME CREATOR silent? Find out yourself by reading Chronicles of ASG Action and emotions in large existence. Death is a means of survival not the end. " Not every hero is chosen. Some are forced." ________________________________ Disclaimer‼️‼️: this isn't really edited I write this only out of my creativity and wild brain, and my love for writing but I hope you enjoy it 😋😊😊 . It just feels so great been on this app and sharing my creation you guys. ________________________________ "Tranjel was never meant to become an angel. She was meant to survive. Burdened with a dying mother and three younger sisters, her world was already falling apart... until the day death came for her-and something else answered. Her spirit rises. Chosen. Transformed. Now caught between angels, supreme gods, and forces older than existence itself... Tranjel must fight to protect the only thing she has left-her family. But power always comes with a cost... and hers might not leave anything behind " --△k6ϟ† ◻∇6Λ3ϒ9 ɞk 6 96Λ♦6ϟϒ◻∇ 6∇△ ϒππ◻7ϟ6Λϒϟψ ɞ7kk△9 Y6ϒ∇-- (AVAK language) --vrovuvehdr dhuvib uvivzruviiqh grov uv qhuvivsruvehakigib uvibvr akrkrigziehuvivakehii grziovovvrqh kauvakib-- ( pronunciation) -- DEATH CAN ALWAYS BE A SALVATION AND IMMORTALITY BREEDS PAIN -- ( meaning) This book may not be reproduce, translated or copied in anyway unless you take permission of the author..

The fourth volume of poetry, shorts, and sermons. Caution advised-this may incite violence. Read with care. No AI within. Anti-AI. Anti-capitalist. Cover done by yours truly and NovelArt.

Lost on an unknown planet, no way back home. Just one's thoughts, one's emotions and feelings, one's survival...

When Riley Kendall overdoes it during practice with his band, The Dreaded Miracles, he faces devastating consequences that will either help or shatter his career. *** Five years ago, Riley Kendall's life changed when he met Christopher, Conner, and Max, and they started a band known as The Dreaded Miracles, meaning there are "still miracles waiting for you, even if you have lived a dreaded life". Now, five years later, the band is preparing for their last concert on tour, but when Riley's past returns to haunt him, he makes a devastating mistake that puts the band--and his friends--at stake. Riley must now find a way to make it up to his band members, find love again, and try to save his voice. But when Death comes to take him away, he must choose whether to go with him or give life another chance. *** 2019 School Assignment

Everleigh was there the night Aaron Rodgers died. Drunk. Disoriented. And far too close to something she can't fully remember. All she knows is this-one moment the party was alive, loud, reckless... and the next, there was blood. Too much blood. And Aaron was gone. Now, the memory refuses to stay buried. It seeps into her nights in fragments-shattered images, muffled screams, a body on the floor. Each nightmare drags her closer to a truth her mind is trying to protect her from. But forgetting isn't an option anymore. Because something about that night doesn't add up. People are lying. Avoiding her. Watching her. And the deeper Everleigh digs, the more dangerous things become. What started as a desperate need for answers turns into a slow unraveling of her own reality. Trust fractures. Fear creeps in. And the line between memory and imagination begins to blur. She doesn't know who to believe. She doesn't even know if she can believe herself. But one thing is certain- The truth about Aaron's death is buried in that night. And if Everleigh uncovers it... she might not survive it.

Houses of the Fractured Realm Book I: The Fractured Crown A relic meant to prove loyalty shatters in Queen Aeryth Caelthryn's hands. The realm calls it an omen. The Order calls it a threat. Aeryth calls it nothing at all - because admitting what she felt in that moment would mean admitting something inside her answered. As western banners gather and House Ashmere presses a marriage proposal heavy with politics and hidden agendas, the court begins to shift beneath her feet. Alliances tighten. Whispers grow teeth. And somewhere in the dark, something ancient begins to watch. At her side stands Lucian - the Crown's Blade. Bound by oath. Forged in discipline. Untouched by emotion. Until now. The closer Aeryth comes to unraveling, the more his oath strains against something it was never designed to endure. Distance was supposed to restore control. Instead, separation ignites a connection neither of them understands - one that bends loyalty, fractures restraint, and threatens to awaken a power the Order tried to erase from history. Because once before, a Blade broke his oath for a woman like her. And the realm nearly burned for it. In a kingdom where bloodlines are manipulated, history is rewritten, and devotion is weaponized, Aeryth must decide what kind of queen she will become. And Lucian must decide whether he belongs to his oath- or to her.

Octavia lives a normal high school life,until Stef joins SkyBreak High School. Go through the not so impossible/boring high school life Octavia will go through with the unhelpful "help" of Stef or Millee you will never know...🖤🤍

After the first wave of the virus Erebis, half of humanity is gone. The survivors don't rebuild the world - they divide it. From the ruins rise four cities, each a cage shaped by class: one where the poor endure hunger and humiliation, one where the middle class survives on restraint and fading hope, one where the rich drown in luxury built on denial, and one where the elites crown themselves untouchable, believing power makes them immortal. Through the voice of Pema, a mother watching the world fracture, Endling explores a future where survival comes without dignity, walls replace compassion, and inequality is written into law. Children starve while others play with machines. Humanity lives on - but broken, arrogant, and divided. This is not a story about saving the world. It's about what remains when fear reshapes humanity, and the plague changes form. Dark, emotional, and brutally realistic - Endling asks one question: What does survival mean when humanity itself is dying?

"Eternity means nothing to me if it means that I have to carry the guilt of destroying you." ----------------- Wylie Moore, a Reaper who clings to morality in the absence of life, has made a fatal choice. She's abandoned her oath, and neglected to collect a soul when its fated time came. When an unlikely ally joins her side-Finn Halstead, her silent sworn rival-a timeline is severed, and a soul spared. But the afterlife isn't what it seems, and their act of generosity is deemed a crime, pitting them against the commanding powers themselves for judgement. With a guilty verdict on their hands, it is decided that the two of them will be punished in the worst way possible for a Reaper: Resurrection. Thrust into the rural hometown Wylie grew up in, with her murderer still running free and her memory of her death severed, the two Reapers must navigate a twisting world of lies, ominous shadows with pointed teeth, a forced friendship, and their own growing feelings for one another. But Wylie's murderer remembers. They want her dead again-for good this time-and will stop at nothing to see it come to fruition, even if it costs the lives of others. A Reaper's greatest temptation is revenge. To succumb is to be destroyed. To Refuse is to suffer. Wylie will do anything to get back at her killer. Finn will do anything to atone for past mistakes. Even if it means destroying what he was sent to protect. Book One in the Between Eternity Duology (Can be read as a standalone)

Heba Badran believed her night terrors were nothing more than bad luck. Until they spoke on her sixteenth birthday. They were horrors forged in chaos, hunting for demigods' hearts... And they wanted hers. Soon, Heba discovered a hidden world filled with children of the gods who are ruled by laws, judgments, and Egyptian deities who do not forget. Silence in pain once kept Heba safe. Now it may be the reason she's hunted. **FIRST DRAFT** + SHORT CHAPTERS + INCLUDES DIGITAL DRAWINGS + POLLS AFTER EVERY CHAPTER +WEEKLY UPDATES Follow the story in real time. 👻✌️💀

Ahkihiro Haruki Takahashi is a former assassin who ran away from the chaotic world to live a peaceful life. But what happens if he gets tangled into disaster? Meet old friends? Open up the past that has been locked up inside him? Follow our main character in his journey to destroy the Organization of the antagonist in his life. Continue reading to witness our boy dressed up as a nerd trying to live as a normal teenager.

A land where even giants stopped breathing. They did not exile Amazal to kill him. They exiled him so the island would. TIZRA was never meant to be reached. It was meant to be feared. Long ago, the island of Tizra was sealed from the world- a land of stone, giants, and ancient powers that should never awaken again. Now, it has become a place of exile... a fate worse than death. When Amazal, a condemned man, is cast into Tizra, he expects to die. Instead, he uncovers a truth buried beneath stone and legend: the giants are not monsters, they are prisoners. Bound by blood, enslaved by a forgotten scepter, and tied to the fate of an ancient tree that bears the power of life itself, the giants of Tizra stand at the center of a coming war. As empires rise, tyrants seek immortality, and kingdoms prepare for annihilation, Amazal must make an impossible choice: Use the giants as weapons... or break the chains that bind them, even if it means the world will burn. In a land where stone remembers every crime, and power demands a terrible price, one exile may decide the fate of giants, kings, and empires. TIZRA: The Stone of Giants An epic dark fantasy of exile, ancient magic, and the cost of freedom. #darkfantasy #horror #survival #epicfantasy #mystery #exile #grimdark #giant #tribe #worldbuilding #ancientisland #cursedland #stonecivilization #forgottenworld #titanruins

Never trust what your eyes beg you to believe- they're the easiest liars to fool. It's the thing coiled deep in your gut, that quiet, sickening pull... that's where the truth festers. Because the moment you choose the vision over the feeling- is the moment it decides you're ready for your end. The basement breathed out a suffocating dampness, stagnant soup of salt-vinegar chips, the sharp taste of iron overheated gaming consoles, and the frantic energy of a Friday night with no curfew. The room was a chaotic nest of tangled charging cables and discarded soda cans, illuminated by the rhythmic, neon pulse of the TV screen. Aroan and the guys were in the zone. The "clack-clack-clack" of mechanical controllers provided a percussive backbeat to their raucous, belly-deep laughter. Between rounds of a high-octane fighter game, they huddled around a glowing smartphone. The harsh, artificial glare of a ring light cast ghostly halos around their faces as they filmed exaggerated, wide-eyed skits for their VidaTube channel. Every outrageous reaction and scripted scream was a bid for the digital jackpot-that sweet, elusive surge of viral fame that promised a life of stable income and "Big Gamer" status. But as the clock ticked past midnight, the bright colors of the games gave way to the sickly, flickering yellow of a browser window. They began to scroll through the "Backdoors" forums. The screen was filled with grainy, low-bitrate footage of liminal spaces-hallways that stretched into impossible geometries and heavy oak doors that seemed to breathe. It was a horror facade that had captivated the internet, a labyrinth of speculation where no two stories ever quite matched. While the rest of the world made parodies and cheap jump-scare edits, a cold, ambitious itch began to scratch at the back of Aroan's mind.

Some promises are meant to last forever, even when the people who made them are gone. Kavya never imagined that love and loss could exist so close to each other. Just when life begins to feel impossible to hold together, she finds herself tied to a future she never planned, with a man she barely understands. Krishav appears distant, controlled, and impossible to read, yet beneath the silence lie truths that slowly begin to change everything she believed about moving on. Haunted by memories and bound by a promise, Kavya must decide whether holding on is the same as living... or if sometimes the hardest part of love is allowing life to continue. Some stories are not about forgetting the past, but about finding the courage to face what comes after.

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚, 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞, 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐫, 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦. " 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: Shadow milk and other cookies related in game are not mine, the only cookies are mine is the protagonist and antagonist

A collection carrying the fragments of memories, pain, and silence. In the shade, we all look for someone who genuinely understood our minds and cared for us. This collection I'm writing is for all who sadly knew how dangerous the world had become now. A subtle care for broken ones and a loving misery for bullies.

MATURE CONTENT Destiny always ends the most beautiful story in a very tragic, traumatic and wicked way. Imagine loving someone to death, and then death is the one who snatched them away from you. How can you live again after the most precious person in your heart left you behind? Aware of the truth that they wanted to live but couldn't. Love is most precious and bittersweet when it's limited. You love limitlessly but the time is limited. Time puts the barrier on your love. I created the most beautiful memories of my life with Vriti. The days I spent with her were the most beautiful days of my life. But they were limited.

It was an ordinary day in the ThunderClan, Moonclaw and his friends had no idea of the chaos that was about to come. A cat from the ShadowClan... ...slipped silently across the border. The morning in the ThunderClan began peacefully. Dew sparkled on the ferns, and the hunting patrols returned with prey held firmly in their jaws. Shadowstar, the leader, stood in front of his den and let his gaze wander across the area. Everything seemed calm, too calm.. No one noticed the dark shadow moving between the trees. The ShadowClan tom was called Nightclaw. His eye gleamed as he watched the ThunderClan from a safe distance. He had come alone, even though a mission weighed heavily on his shoulders, and the StarClan seemed unusually silent today. In the camp, several young warriors were laughing while the apprentices trained. Moonclaw's friends, Shootingecho and Tigershade were talking, unaware that something was brewing beyond the bramble wall.

GAMETIME, HENRY Henry died in a bar fight. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong life. Then a god with turquoise eyes dragged him back from Limbo. "My daughter sees something in you. Don't make her wrong." Now Henry is hunted by a violent echo of the man he could have been, guarded by a blade-wielding woman who calls him "Stick With Legs," and standing inside a pocket dimension made of glass and stolen light. The Dimension tried to give him a power. It failed. Instead, it illuminated something dormant. Something the Man in Limbo called will. Now the enemy wants him. His own team doesn't trust him. And the god who resurrected him has revealed the truth: He can rewrite the script. The question isn't whether Henry will survive. It's whether the story will survive Henry. Gametime, Henry. Your true life begins now.