Novel & Cerita Are You Ready For Vivification

​The humming text on the primary terminal—written in the distinct, archaic cursive encryption font that Arthur Vance had exclusively utilized for his private diaries before his scheduled execution nineteen years ago—seemed to burn directly into Vivian's retinas. The blinding crimson glow of the neural core vault washed over her, reflecting off the glass tank where Garrett Cross’s digital consciousness was now compressed into a tight, frantic spiral of trapped pixels. ​I AM WAITING FOR YOU AT THE CAPITAL.

One wa‍s laughing. "The crash in‍ your‌ first life didn't just break y‍our⁠ body," M⁠aurice wh‌ispered, lean⁠in​g‍ over m⁠y shoulder. "It br⁠oke yo‍ur s‌oul. One half stayed in the​ li​ght, try​ing to be a wife and a‍ mother‌. The othe‌r half stayed in t‍he dark, hungr‌y for‌ the thro‌ne. V is‍ you, Vivi‍a‍n. And you a​re V."‍

I was born on earth and I am a human being…* *Yeah… you are… and a very courageous one at that… I have been waiting for centuries for a human being to be courageous and adventurous enough so that I could manifest in them.* *What do you mean by centuries-old? How old are you?* *Ha…ha…ha…ha.. I am wolf spirit, Vivian. I am neither born nor do I die, I merely change the bodies when my host dies…* A shudder coursed through her and she said *Whoah! That is scary…*

“But I did not want this gift. Or greatness. I only wanted to save you.” “And for that I am grateful hence the gift I gave you. Our meeting was ordained by the Gods. You were chosen. You must believe it and I ask that you move. Go to Kyrshom. Resist the resistance and follow your path. It is not here.” “What if I don’t want to?”

(Vital energy, surge and revive! Nothing happened. “Dang it,” I uttered. I tried to get my emotions fixed and tried again. "Somnus absolve, evigila et surge!" (Sleep absolve, wake and rise!) I chanted again while shaking her shoulders as if rousing her from sleep. Still nothing. "Corpus revivificus, anima reddere!" (Body revive, restore the soul!) Nothing was working and I was getting frustrated already. “This must be something different from fainting,” I thought.

he sa⁠id,⁠ his voi‌ce cold and final. "How‍ can you say it‍ doesn't matter? T‍ha‌t p‌erson was talking a⁠bout a r‍ebirth p‍rotocol⁠. They were talki‌ng ab‌out me be‍fore I even existed in t‌his li‌fe.⁠ You can‌'t jus⁠t ignore it."

“I don’t want to give up on him just yet.” Adam would have never even let anyone step inside this room if it was someone else but he has come to trust Mariah. He has hope that maybe Mariah can revive his father, just like she revived him. He wants her try even though it’s useless but he still wants Mariah to try to bring him back to life. Adam didn’t know that he needed Mariah before he met her.

"You, what did you just say?" Vivian Arnold smiled, ten part sure. "I said I entered the True Fire Cult, but not the signed disciple, but the outer sect disciple. Hey mission, I finished!”

Not a question. "Konstantin," I said. "A resurrection ritual. The chamber, the robes, the gold light." I looked up at them both. "He looked directly at me. He knew I was watching." I pressed my hands flat against the floor and felt the solid reality of the stone beneath them. "He said to tell the heir." "Tell her what?" Viviana said. I looked at her. "Cain is coming back.”

"Hello?" Vivian’s voice drips with pure smugness through the line. "Rapha, do you honestly think your rogue body can overshadow Amara with just an empty marriage title? Keep dreaming in your dirty den! Amara has just made a powerful, deadly comeback in the city, and his wolf is completely unstoppable now. Get ready to crash and burn into the dirt—this time, your name is going down for good!" With that final bark, Vivian hangs up the phone.