Bringing Me To Life Novels & Stories

I push. Everything in me strains, every muscle, every breath, every fragment of strength I have left. The world narrows to that single act, to the burning, tearing, overwhelming force of bringing life into existence and then… a cry. It pierces the air. High. Strong. Unmistakable.

My first life. My death. My rebirth. Every moment. I fell to my knees. Cassian caught me. Arielle! I was crying. Not from pain. From relief. I remembered everything. Everything. My mother hugged me. My daughters held my hands. My sons stood beside me. And for the first time... there were no missing pieces. No forgotten years. No hidden children. No erased memories. I was whole. The Creator watched us. Then it spoke quietly. Live.

I said to myself and was still bewildered by what just happened. I can still feel the strong energy inside me. My body feels lighter, stronger, and healthier. Like something inside me has awakened. He restores a missing part of me and made me whole again. For the first time, I don't want to think of dying, not anymore. Dylan makes me feel better. He makes me feel ALIVE.

He—’ But it was too late, the instant the light touched my skin, I could feel it haul my spirit back to my physical body in the land of the living. And I sat up fighting for air as life pulsed through me once more. I’m alive.

My grip on the paper loosens slightly. I do not need to read anymore. The words are already inside me. “I used to think dying once was the most significant thing that ever happened to me,” I say quietly. “But it was not.” I step closer to him. The officiant discreetly steps back, giving us space. “Living,” I whisper, “with you, that is what brought me to life.” His breath catches. “I did not understand what it meant to feel present,” I continue. “To wake up and not wonder if the world would reset. To laugh and not fear it would vanish.”

Rebirth, being born again. I don’t know how true this term itself is, but after experiencing a near-death moment, I can say that the word 'rebirth' does hold deep meaning for me. It was a life-altering event that made me realize the fragility of existence and the importance of cherishing every moment. The near-death experience served as a wake-up call, propelling me to embrace life with renewed vigor and gratitude.

I cup my hand to her cheek and brush my thumb against her full cheekbone as her eyes flutter closed and she sucks in a deep breath. “I thank the Gods every day that you came into my life. I feel like… I feel like I was wandering around in a coma before I met you. I wasn’t living, and whatever fire I once had was gone, but you brought it back to life. You brought ME back to life. Every day I’m with you I feel like I’m living in a dream I don’t ever want to wake up from,” I say as I press my forehead against her and embrace the glorious burn that spreads through us.

Now she asks for my life in exchange for Reed's life. - And why not save you both? Doesn't your goddess have the power to do that? - Make no mistake. I like being alive. Even though I have lived isolated for the last few centuries, in a basement, I liked being alive. Read, and learn new things. When Julius and Shane came into my life, and then Reed, I was reborn. My life became full. The goddess gave me this for the end of my days. Maribela looked nervous. - But why does this affect you? I was thinking that you appreciate this.

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ sᴜɴ sʜɪɴᴇ ᴛɪʟʟ ɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

Love, it seemed, held the power to rewrite the script of existence itself. Truly, it was a testament to the resilience of human emotion and the inexplicable bonds that tethered souls together. Her return to the realm of the living felt like a symphony orchestrated by love, a crescendo that had brought her back from the brink of the unknown. The narrative echoed with the refrain of miracles, a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, the power of the heart could rewrite the very rules of reality.