Bringing Me To Life Novels & Stories

Nesrin explained, letting out a shaky breath. "I felt myself slipping away, and I was ready to go, but then they spoke to me. They brought me back from the edge of death and reminded me of why I had to live. They reminded me of the reason why I came here in the first place" I nodded, my heart picking up with anticipation.

We both surprisingly say in unison. We hug in silence for a few more seconds until I break it, "When you came back- to life I mean. You said thank you... I assumed for bringing your memories back and making sure you don't- you know... Die? But it seems like more than that." I said carefully, inspecting his facial reaction finely. He gives a slight chuckle, "For bringing my humanity back, taking the numbness away, making me feel less empty. Making me feel something other than anger." He says, taking my hand softly and placing it in his rapidly beating heart.

Knowing Tabitha has so far been the best moments in my life. It isn’t just about the coffee she brings or the easy laughter we share between the quiet stacks of the library; she has helped my mindset travel a long way from the dark, stagnant place where I first started. For the first time in years, I don’t wake up feeling like a ghost haunting my own life. I feel like a person again, someone with a voice.

I must be dead. I heard a tinkling laugh, light like bells on the wind. “No, my dear. You’re not dead. You are very much alive, though to your companions you are unconscious. I needed to speak with you, and your physical body needed dedicated time to heal, so I brought you here.” The voice that reached me was soothing and melodic. It wrapped around me, giving me a warm hug at the same time as it poured energy into me. A burst of heat exploded in my chest. “There, that should speed you along a bit. Now, we have quite a few things to discuss and little time to do it.”

I simply gave him a small smile back even though on the inside, I was already on the verge of crying, for the millionth time remembering how I almost lost him just a few days ago. I still have no idea how the hell I actually managed to bring him back... All I know is that somehow, I managed to give him the “Breath of Life” -which I still don’t know what the hell that even means, by the way- or if it has something to do with Azrael’s grace practically living within me... Either way, I’m thankful as hell that I did it. “Are you getting in or what?” That oh-so-familiar voice suddenly broke me out of my drifting thoughts but the moment my gaze rose back to him, I suddenly found myself looking at

The energy flowing through me was like nothing I had ever felt before. It rushed through my veins, sending power to my heart. When I looked down my hand, it completely healed, like I was never wounded. The pain in my back and my head was gone, and I felt fucking alive.

my wolf whispered to me, urging me to take action. “Help him? How?” I muttered back to myself in disbelief. “He’s dead!” The words felt heavy on my tongue. "Nadia!" Mr. Davis shouted, his voice rising in impatience. “Who the hell are you talking to?” “Wait!” I called again, surprising myself as my own conviction strengthened. “I can bring him back to life.” The statement sounded ridiculous even as it spilled from my lips, but I couldn't shake the sudden excitement sparking within me.

It's a jolt of pure, unadulterated joy that courses through my veins. The world suddenly snaps back into brilliant focus. The colors are brighter, the air feels lighter, and for the first time in a long time, I can truly breathe. It’s not just relief; it's a sense of profound awe. It’s a miracle in the truest sense of the word. A homecoming. The person I have been waiting for has found her way back to me. *** 🦋 ***

I needed to grab my life back, and yes—for the first time in what felt like forever, I was alive in a way that didn’t require her to be here. “I think I will,” I said, already seeing myself holding the cup.

The city stretched out beneath me, luminous and alive, but tonight, I wasn’t just watching it—I was stepping into it, fully present, fully alive, fully myself. The hum of life, the distant sounds of traffic, the twinkling lights of the skyline—it all felt like a stage for a moment I had waited years to orchestrate.