Back From The Dead Novels & Stories

I can't continue living in this town. I am ready to play this game. But what makes me sad is my precious, perfect daughter, Camilla. I know of all the people, she will be affected the most by my 'death'. But there is really nothing I can do about it. Plus, I am leaving everything in her name. So that when I finally decide to make 'The Return' to this damned town, I can get back everything that belongs to me without any legal issues. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

That shit only happens in horror movies. The monitor makes a loud sound and the lines are not flat. They show the pulse rate again. The nurse and doctors come rushing in. One nurse helps me back to my wheelchair and gives me a ride to my room. "She's lucky... I don't know how the hell she came back to life. She was dead," says the nurse as she pushes my wheelchair and we leave the doctors and other nurses attending to Becca. Well, I kinda have a thing for girlfriends who resurrect... I think quietly as I broadly smile. I have never felt so happy. There's a party going on inside my head for the part of me that Becca has brought back with her.

Squinting her eyes, she realized that the transparent thing looked very similar to her, the only difference was the golden halo above the head. "If she's dead… Why don't I have a golden halo-like her's?" Tang Yazhu muttered when suddenly, a thought came to mind. According to the books and movies that she has read thus far, there was such a thing as "possession." This ignited her heart and loosened the tight grip that has been on her heart since she died. "Since she's dead now, does that mean that I can possess it?!" With that thought in mind, a flicker of hope shined in her eyes. Without delay, she arrived at the dead female body even faster than the Flash.

"I'm sorry." "It's alright." Rosewood replied still looking at the kids' door before turning his attention back to Vontrap. "You have something else on your mind Vontrap. Say it." Vontrap exhaled before asking. "What do you plan on doing?" Vontrap asked after a few seconds of hesitation. Rosewood smiled meeting Vontrap's eyes. "Bringing her back is the best option." "Have you thought of why you want to bring her back?" "What do you mean?" "Is it because of the falling profits and invests or because you really want her back?"

One night, I was awakened by a video call from Kelvin. He looked awful—dark circles under his eyes and a flushed, alcohol-soaked face from too many nights of partying. Slurring his words, he asked, "Hannah, why can't I unlock the door?" Two scantily dressed women were leaning against him on either side. Kelvin had apparently forgotten his own lie, since he was calling from his original phone number. His "dead" self was making a midnight resurrection. I hung up without changing my expression.

he whispered. “Don’t look so shocked,” Ghost rasped. “I told you… I don’t die easy.” Ben nearly fell out of his chair. “You’re awake…you’re actually talking! Jason, Leah, do you….do you realize what this means? We did it. We pulled off the impossible.” Ghost blinked at him slowly, then muttered, “Your hair looks worse than I remember.” Ben choked on a laugh. “Yeah, he’s back.” Jason leaned forward, resting his forehead against the rail of Ghost’s bed, exhaling a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Welcome back, brother.”

Cora asked, still staring at the screen. Wakely turned away from the screen and faced Cora completely. “I’m to believe that a bunch of recently deceased people are coming back as zombies, and they don’t give a reason why. I want the back story dammit. I want to know if someone fucked up at a lab and accidentally spilled some sort of chemical that raised them. “That I could believe. But just having the dead rise…it’s not believable. I want the damn backstory. Not just randomness.” Wakley huffed and turned back to the screen.

Count or die. "Stay with me, damn it!" Clear. The shock rattles his body. It won't move mine. Another. Then another. Time splits. In one life, he comes back. In another, he doesn't. And I'm standing dead in the middle. Finally, his chest lurches. A feeble, flailing beat comes back to the monitor. Feeble, but there. "He's back," someone says. I collapse again, but this time, relief slams through my bones.

Back toward my body. "Not this time." Kai's voice. "We're not losing you again." "Come back to us." Damon. Desperate. Loving. "Please, Aurora." Zephyr. Begging. "We need you." Erebus. Final. Their love pulls me back. Through death. Through the void. Through everything. I gasp. Eyes opening. In my body. Alive. Whole. My four mates surround me. All crying. All holding me. "You came back," Kai sobs. "Again."

It hits me all at once. The hospital. The paralysis. Vance. Anya. The betrayal. The poison. My death. And him. Trying to save me. Too late. “I didn’t imagine it,” I say, my voice steady now. “I lived it.” He doesn’t interrupt. “I died,” I continue. “And somehow… I’ve been brought back.” Silence fills the room. Heavy. Final. I meet his gaze, something unshakable settling deep within me. “This isn’t déjà vu,” I say. A pause. Then— “This is my second life.”