Are You Ready For Vivification Novels & Stories

“Focus, guys! The prophecy was about Lucifer. He’s back—and at full power.” It’s like the air’s been punched out of me. I literally struggle to breathe. “What?” I croak. “Yeah, it’s a total mind fuck, isn’t it?” Vidar mutters. “So what do you want us to do? Get the supernatural council together to start making plans? Are we headed to the Underworld?” I ask, my brain already turning over logistics.

It's handwritten on thick, cream-colored cardstock, the penmanship immaculate and sharp. Liviel. Vampire awakener. 99.28% purity. Combat rating: A-. Unaffected by sunlight. Superior night mobility. Proposes continued team affiliation through graduation. Terms: Negotiable. I read it twice. Liviel is leaning back in the seat next to me, staring at the ceiling and pretending she isn't holding her breath. Then there's Chloe. Her application is direct, listing her divine manifestation—a golden belt that amplifies desire and builds devotion. It's a power set that includes direct communication through dreams.

"I killed your father," almost in unison, they shrugged. "Then we have to perform the Morslterum," Valerius said calmly. "The ritual of recurrent Death. We will bring you back, Zeva. Over and over and over again. We will break your mind until your body is just an empty, obedient shell. Your heart or soul wasn't part of the price, just your body." "I still won't do it!" I shrieked, I stood up, ignoring the aches in my knees. "No matter what you say I won't agree to this!"

he inquired. "Because you gave me your word," she responded, her voice filled with unwavering faith. "Oh, I see. You truly believed the words of a vampire? Do you think that's wise? After all, we are soulless creatures," he taunted, his grin lopsided. "Are you trying to scare me? If so, I hate to break it to you, but you're doing a terrible job," Vivian countered, rising from her seat and walking past him.

"Is that so? Well, guess what? I swapped it with yours when you were closing the curtains!" Mom instantly grew frantic. She shoved her fingers down her throat, but it was too late to expel. Soon, the drug kicked in. She started to feel dizzy and collapsed onto the floor. In her final moments of consciousness, I crouched beside her, leaning in close to whisper in her ear with a widening smile. "Oh, and I forgot to mention. Willem has AIDS." Mom's eyes widened in fury as she tried to hit me, but the effort quickly drained her strength, and she succumbed to unconsciousness.

"We protect what’s ours. No matter what." Dax’s lips quirked, humorless. "Well, at least things won’t be boring." Gunnar folded his arms. "Then we don’t waste time. We gather supplies, allies—prepare for whatever’s coming." Kelda’s sharp gaze settled on me. "Vivi. You must prepare, too. The Starfire within you—it reacts. And you don’t yet understand its full potential." I pushed down the chill in my veins, nodding. If this was war… I wouldn’t just survive. I would make damn sure they regretted ever coming for me.

I answered smoothly. "Wow, really, Aurelia?" Vivi’s voice blasted through the speaker, packed with sharp annoyance and deep affection. "Is that all you have to say? How many centuries have you been hiding, hello? Mind telling me where on earth you’ve been? Oh, and by the way, your masterpiece is currently displayed in the museum, exactly like you wanted!" "Oops," I chuckled, leaning against the vanity counter. "Sorry, Vivi. I've been incredibly busy, but I have good news, and you're an important part of it."

Alpha Evergreen replied soberly. As I ended the call, I steeled myself for whatever humiliation awaited me at tomorrow's funeral. Vivian was planning something, and I was walking directly into her trap.

Violet, mistaking my silence for agreement, said cheerfully, "Oh, that's right! Today is your birthday." With that, she casually removed one of her earrings and tossed it at me. "Here, this is your present." Seeing that, Sebastian immediately chimed in, "Vivi, do you think Nate will actually like it? He won't blame me for taking away his original gift, will he?"

Eva wiped her palms on her scrub top as she stepped into Room 5 to do her duty but this time reluctantly. Here, he was just pale skin against white sheets, a wrist tethered to an IV line, his lips cracked, the arrogance muted but not gone. “Still alive,” he murmured, eyes half-open. “That’s promising.” Eva’s tone stayed professional. “Your vitals are stable. Your doctor will be here any moment.”