Are You Ready For Vivification Novels & Stories

Haven't you always wanted to turn into a pure-blooded beastman, and want to revive your wife who died that year? Vivian asked curiously, but "The One Who Lurked In The Dark" was silent and did not answer. Vivian continued: "This is very simple, wait for this plan to be completed, I will fulfill your wish." "Vivian. Come, I will give you a new body." "The One Who Lurks In The Dark" waved his hand, calling Vivian close. The words of "The One Who lurks in the dark" were still ringing in her ears, Vivian touched her glossy cheeks, her light brown eyes carried an insoluble sadness.

My voice is calm. Certain. “She has been given everything she needs. The platform. The attention. The narrative.” A pause. “She will either rise with it…” My gaze sharpens slightly. “Or be crushed by it.” Silence settles between us. Vivian studies me carefully. “And you believe she’s ready for that?” “I know she is.” No hesitation. No doubt. I lean back slightly into my seat. “She has already survived worse than scrutiny.” A faint exhale leaves me. “So yes… we will let the world watch.”

Waiting for the work to finish. Ready for the life to start.

I was ready to do anything that it takes to make sure that I am able to save the life of my husband, I don't really care what I had to do. "Get ready Vivian, I am ready to become as evil as you, I don't care what I have to do"

“You don’t need to become him to beat him.” I laugh again, hollow. “You think I became him? No. He turned me into this. He forged me out of ruin. I don’t get to walk away until I make him choke on every drop of blood he drew from me.” The silence after hangs heavy, thick. Vivian doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. I press my forehead back against the glass. “He hasn’t begged yet. That’s how I know it’s not over.” Vivian finally sighs, shaking her head. “Then I hope, for your sake, you’ll still recognize yourself when it is.”

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

They *build*-obsidian altars, fungal reactors, a lattice of roots that hums with the Verse's frequency. Jarek tries to reason with them. They tear off his prosthetic arm and graft it to the lattice. **"They're preparing a beacon,"** Veyd says. **"The Verse will come. Soon."** Ravel loads her gun. "Then we burn it all." But the lattice is alive, pulsing with the same energy as my scar. When I touch it, visions erupt: the Primal Verse descending, the sapling bowing, the survivors dissolving into light.

Yet her words lingered, unwelcome whispers in the recesses of my mind. I stepped closer, the space between us charged and suffocating. My voice dropped to a low growl, deliberate and edged with menace. “Whatever you think you know, it won’t save you. Your lies, your manipulations—they end here.” Vivian’s confident facade faltered for a heartbeat. Her lips parted as if to respond, but she caught herself, regaining composure. “You shouldn’t just be worried about me,” she said, her voice quieter now, almost trembling. It was hard to tell whether it was fear or a calculated crack in her armor. “You’re fighting more than you realize. More than you could possibly imagine.”

“You are forsaking your mission for James. You must be seeking death.” “Yes.” Livie said, enunciating each word, “I’m tired. I don’t want to be the Grand Priestess. I’m going to use this chance to end all grudges and reincarnate. I’m going to live a new life with the identity of Livie.” “Mekaisto, come with me and forget everything. Let’s live a new life in Endlos.” Livie raised her hand, and illusionary palms emerged. Several illusionary palms grabbed Mekaisto’s clones and main self before merging them forcefully.