Back From The Dead Novels & Stories

"Honey, you're alive! You're alive!" Isabella's lips trembled as tears streamed down her face. Overwhelmed, she clutched Dominic's hand and repeated the words again and again. Dominic stared at her, speechless, confusion flickering in his eyes. After a long pause, he slowly turned his head. When he saw Isabella's face—still breathtakingly beautiful despite her red, swollen eyes—he finally understood. This wasn't a dream. 'I really… came back to life.' He took a moment to feel his body, then slowly pulled his hand free and said calmly, "Yeah, I'm not dead."

Behind me, Alex whispered, “Elena… please.” But the floor, the air, the world all of it tilted violently. I could barely hear his voice anymore over the pounding of my own pulse. “Project Rebirth,” Richard said softly, “brought you back from death. Not as a copy. Not as a clone. As a reconstruction. A perfected version.” Tears blurred my vision. “No. No stop” Richard took another step. “That anger you feel right now?” “You felt it before.” “But that Elena is gone.” Every breath felt like glass.

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.

The second before my consciousness completely faded, I used my last bit of strength to say my final words. "I will not... come back to life." The system prompt sounded: [Condition 3 met. Reclamation of your brother's intelligence initiated.] [All return conditions have been met. Reclamation procedure fully initiated.]

The Reclaimer System had just issued a new global diagnostic alert in bright red text across her vision: [Pathogenic Mutation Detected in Municipal Water Sector 4] [Infection Vector: Active] [Countdown to Zero Hour: 44 Days, 23 Hours, 59 Minutes] Scarlett walked over to her weapons bench, picked up a custom tactical sidearm, checked the loaded magazine with practiced efficiency, and holstered it smoothly at her waist. The preview of the apocalypse had arrived early. The weak were already freezing, the corrupt were already breaking, and the dead were preparing to rise.

YOU THOUGHT YOUR REBIRTH WAS A SECOND CHANCE. Another line appeared. IT WASN'T. Sharon's breathing stopped as Alex stepped beside her. "What is it?" She couldn't speak as the final message appeared. YOU WERE BROUGHT BACK FOR A REASON. Then the screen went black. A second later, the phone received one final message. AND I KNOW WHO BROUGHT YOU BACK. Sharon stared at the words as Alex looked at her. "Sharon..." She slowly turned towards him. Before she could speak, every alarm in the resort began screaming.

“Then I woke up on July fourth, thirty days before the world was supposed to end. Which was just a few days ago.” John stared at me. For a few seconds, he didn't say anything. He only looked perplexed or rather confused. Then he asked, “So let me get this straight, You're telling me that YOU came back from the dead? And you know what happens in the future?” “Yes.” I answered plainly. Now it was up to him to believe me and help me out with this mission. ~

Inside, one name filled her thoughts: Bryan. She could not tell Justin that her son was somewhere outside this hospital, living with a man who had abandoned them. She could not even ask whether Lucy Hart was alive. For now, she was Isabella Hartley, the actress who had awakened after months in a coma and could remember nothing. She would play that role until she found a way home to her son most importantly. Justin finally stood to leave, but before reaching the door, he turned around. His expression softened as he looked at the woman he had waited months to see awake. “Isabella,” he said quietly, “there's something I need you to tell me. Do you really not remember anything about us?”

“There’s a file called SECOND LIST. Row, you need to see the first line.” I wiped my hands. I looked. HALE, ROWAN. Status: Deceased. Date: Day 41. Location: Level Three.

Stanley breathes as he approaches Tabitha, and Tabitha stands. Her lips are parted in silent shock as she stares at her resurrected mate. She truly can't believe he is back. She had convinced herself he was gone forever and she was going to have to be strong for their unborn child, but here he is... Back from the dead. Who comes back from the dead? "Stan," Tabitha finally whispers as she stops caring about whether or not this is really happening. Her mate is in front of her and she plans to enjoy it for as long as the fantasy lasts.