Novel & Cerita Are You Ready For Vivification

“Tell me everything again. Every detail. Every rule. Every requirement. If there’s a loophole, we’ll find it.” We worked through the night, coffee turning to energy drinks as the sun rose. We were surrounded by printouts and notes and half-formed theories when Vivienne suddenly leaned forward. “Wait,” she said, pulling up an article on ancient spiritual practices. “Look at this. It says that supernatural entities don’t actually want death or souls—those are just currencies they understand. What they really crave is acknowledgment. Recognition. Being remembered and honored.” I leaned over her shoulder, reading the text. “So instead of a life… we could offer remembrance?”

A living womb? A tsunami of pain crashed over me. I staggered, nearly falling to my knees. What did that mean? Damon’s voice echoed in my head. It was horrifyingly cruel. “I used forbidden black magic. I transferred Elara’s bloodline seed into her belly. The cripple’s womb is of a low-born line, but it’s a healthy vessel. As soon as the heir is born, we’ll get rid of this burden. Then, Momma Elara will give you a complete family.”

"Waiting for us to merge. Waiting for us to be... ready." Ready for what? The screen blinks one last time. PREPARE FOR UPLINK.

'In case I don't live forever, let me tell you now I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around In case I don't live forever, let me tell you the truth I'm everything that I am... It's because of you.' "I love you, Gabriel."

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

“Please, send me to the fade?” “So will it be with the resurrection of the dead? The sown body is perishable; it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness; it is raised in power, and it is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body.” I repeat over and over as I try to find solace and center my muddled mind.

[Hestia] Hecate is inside the shower right now, while im here brushing my teeth outside the shower. After a few seconds, I finished brushing my teeth, I was about to go out and get ready when I remembered something. "Love... Is there specific clothing that I need to wear for your surprise?!??" I ask, slightly raising my voice for her to hear me properly. "Yes, love!! I almost forgot!! How about a bikini love??!" Hecate replied, also slightly raising her voice inside the shower. "Ok!! Thanks love!!" I said, then walk through our walk-in closet. Only a huge wall with a door is separating our walk-in closet and bathroom.

And the moment Liviana uttered her agreement, she had wanted nothing more than to take it back. And then she remembered that feeling... and she knew that she would do anything to feel it again. “Are you ready?” Violet asks, a gentle touch on Livi’s shoulder as she nods towards the ride, pointing out how people were exiting. She tells her that they could wait for the next time, if she wasn’t ready. “So, are you?” No, she wanted to say. She wasn’t ready, and she would much rather wait if not go on at all. But that feeling, she could remember surging through her being with a purpose... It was freeing, powerful, and she wasn’t sure what it was about it, but it almost made her feel at peace.

His eyes grew wider the more I spoke. It was pretty clear to me that he was beginning to think of me as a doomsday prepper. He didn’t know how right he was. “For just the seeds, I would need enough volume to fill a medium-sized warehouse, and I need it prioritized.” I continued, “In fact, I want everything to be ready and shipped to my silo in at most 2 days.” By the time I was done speaking, Vance’s eyes had lit up to the brightest they had probably ever been.

Wave after wave hit me, five, six, seven climaxes, my body shaking, vision blurring from the endless pleasure, until the sun set and I was a limp, satisfied mess, utterly wrecked by his endless stamina. A month later, Clara showed up at the vampire clan, covered in bruises, begging for my help. Her eyes were red from crying. "Sister, please help me? Jax has lost it. He says if I don't give him a real pup, he'll torment me every day. I can't take it anymore— if I don't get pregnant soon, I'll die. Do you know any secret ritual to help?" Her words didn't surprise me. In my past life, I was the one suffering it all.