Back From The Dead: My New Life Beyond Her Novels & Stories

My parents had always held me responsible for Andrea's death, and Steven's heart had always belonged to her. I was the outsider and the disposable one. Reborn, I made a silent oath: I would live for myself and sever all ties with them.

Five years in exile gutted my wolf. Then he dragged me back with fake apologies and a second-chance smile. Didn't even last a day. Emily poisoned me. My pup—finally in my arms—died saving me. The Moon Goddess hit rewind. This time? Nobody touches me or my pup. *** I barely made it back to the manor, potion in my bag, when I ran smack into James and Emily heading out. Hand went straight to the vial. Locked eyes with James. Didn't say a word.

He stopped again. The coffee shop moved around us. People ordering, conversations, a child laughing somewhere near the window. The ordinary world is doing its ordinary things. "She is not gone," I said. He looked up. "What?" he said. "People who love something that much," I said. "They find their way back to it. Whatever it costs." I looked at him directly. "She is not gone." He looked at me. That thread. Right there. His eyes were working through something he could not finish.

Not even breath feels like mine anymore. Her face twists, distant now, as though I’m watching her through water. “It’s dead,” she says finally, almost calmly. Then louder, like she’s trying to convince herself. “The baby is dead!” I shake my head. That can’t be. My baby… is dead? No… no! “No!” the sound finally tears out of my throat. My surroundings change once again. This time, I’m in the Ashen Wilds running for my life as three men chase after me.

It kept her moving, but it didn’t feel like living anymore… only survival. She faced Alexander and spoke quietly. “You said I can ask for anything?” “Yes,” he replied. A brief pause followed, not hesitation but emptiness. She spoke softly. “Then… give me a reason to survive.”

He is still alive. A dark smile spread across my face. He was still alive trapped in that house while the monsters smashed through his doors. I thought back to my past life when I had begged him. I had clawed at the passenger window until my fingernails cracked and bled. He didn't look back once before he hit the gas and left me. "Let's see how much you like the view from the ground, Marcus, " I muttered. I opened the recorded audio of his pleas. I saved it into a folder. Labeled it Debt. I wanted to keep it as a reminder of why the old Eva had to die.

I slipped off the bed and collapsed onto the floor, but my survival instinct pushed me to crawl toward the nightstand where I kept my allergy meds. When I finally yanked it open, it was empty. By then, my body was giving out. My vision dimmed, and my foot hit the leg of the table. The vase on the table came crashing down. A giant bouquet of roses spilled out in front of me. At that moment, I thought it was the end of me. The loud crash must have startled Leo and Max outside. They burst through the door, picked me up, and frantically searched for my meds. Just before I blacked out, I saw Ella rushing in with a familiar pack of medication in her hand. The moment the needle pierced my skin, eve

“You recognize me. And I recognize you.” Her jaw tightened, lips pressing into a thin line. “You shouldn’t exist,” she spat finally, words jagged and sharp. “You… I saw you… you’re not supposed to be here. Not like this.” I raised an eyebrow. “Not supposed to be here? Amelia, I died once. And now… I’m back. In this body, in this life. And I’m stronger. Faster. Smarter. And I remember everything.”

She patiently await my response. This really is one hilarious and unprepared moment. Like how am I to explain she's returned from the legendary ansectral realm. How do I explain she died and is returned to life?. How also will she accept and react to such not every day and uncommon experience Will she freak?. Will she accept such?. Will she pass out?. What really will out turn her reaction?. I gulp tired. My fingers continually twitch and vibrate. This really is a tough decision. I desire not ruin her comeback mood.

“SHE DIED. NO! NOT LIKE THIS! TRADE! I’LL TRADE! I’LL GIVE MY LIFE, FUCK!” But before the fury could consume everything, the pulse returned. She returned. The bond reignited. Weak. But there. Dmitry gasped, hands digging into the marble floor. “You… came back. You heard me, and you stayed.” “She bled. She fell. But she got back up. This woman… wasn’t made to die. She IS fucking Death. The Goddess… is inside her.” Dmitry rose slowly, his face dark, eyes glistening with contained fury.