Alive Book Review Novels & Stories

The particular book appears in front of him as HE gladly reads the title out loud. “Death Resurgence.” As the book opens and the series of the current events begin to flash and flood. HE giggles in HIS utmost amusement, as HE presented. “Well, well, well. Shall we learn the ropes of what lies within the Resurgence?” From the book that deliberately flips and presented the gist of the world that it brings, the words are written and said.

A dire warning inked in blood-red ink covered the bottom of the page. "It doesn't say anything about super-strength," I sighed, taking the book from Kayla and throwing it in the middle of the room with the rest of the useless books. "And anyway, Alaya wouldn't rely on a human, she hated humans. She had her own wolf. She didn't need to create a half-human, half Lycan to fight for her." Hours later the sun dipped behind the mountain casting the library into shadowy darkness. Lena distracted herself lighting candles and flicking on the lamps. Only a few paltry books remained on the shelves and we still had no answers.

I had not cried when I was beaten and cursed after I returned to the past, but the kindness of a stranger broke me. There were people in this world who cared about me. I needed to be brave enough to move on. I finished the apple slowly, leaned back against the pillow, and unlocked my phone. The top trending story was about a top student brutally abused by her family. The video showed me covered in blood while Jane stood beside me in a spotless white dress. It was a sharp contrast. The reporters always admired talent. They attacked my so-called resurrected parents and described them as villains who sided with their adopted daughter to abuse their own child and steal her achievements.

It just kept going—uneven, loud, uncertain. Alive. Only one chapter remained. And it wouldn’t be about power at all.