Lazarus Pit Novels & Stories

The global dark-net feed froze for three seconds. Every guard, every veteran, every barrel aligned in absolute loyalty. In the private space beneath the table, Alexander’s pathologically restrained frenzy became his strength. The world outside became irrelevant. The Lazarus heir and his queen ruled completely. Three hundred meters beneath Manhattan, a lead-lined bunker flickered in cold light. A hidden elder typed a thirty-six-character red code. “Conventional termination failed. Initiate Damocles.” Seven kilometers below the sea, the mother cell’s green glow leapt violently.

“The castle’s hidden subterranean realm connects straight to the deep ocean. Carry her there at once.” Lazarus held me tight and raced toward the tunnels, yet it was far too late. His voice cut through the wind, piercing what little consciousness I had left. “I forbid you to leave like this… you still owe me the truth…” He lowered me into the saltwater pool of the underground abyss. The ocean tides could only slow the dissolution of my foam, powerless to reverse fate. My soul had long broken free from my mortal shell, hovering silently in midair. Lazarus collapsed into raw, helpless agony. He turned to his parents, demanding the truth of that fateful year.

“We don’t know what’s behind that door.” “We do know,” Damien muttered quietly. Everyone turned toward him. His face looked pale beneath the weak emergency lighting. “This was Site Zero.” The words echoed heavily through the tunnel. Elias reacted instantly. For the first time since Ava met him Fear crossed his expression. “No.” Ava frowned. “What is Site Zero?” Damien stared toward the steel door like it personally haunted him. “The original experiments.” A chill swept through the group. “The first attempts happened here before Lazarus officially existed.” His jaw tightened painfully. “Children disappeared for years before the world ever heard the name Project Lazarus.”

Soo-ah’s exhaustion finally dragged him under. He fought sleep, terrified of what waited in the dark, but his body gave in. At first, it was nothing. Just silence. Then the world shifted. He opened his eyes and found himself standing barefoot on cold marble, inside a vast hall lit by flames that never flickered. Shadows crawled along the walls like living things, whispering, stretching, curling closer. And at the far end of the hall—sat Lazarus.

Where he'll even use people for years, just like how Hajime was using him. It was late afternoon, and it was currently raining as Lazarus finished visiting the shrine. He's currently walking down the dark road, going somewhere. A large gate was what met him, and a cold breeze with rain welcomed him as he went inside the cemetery. He easily spotted one of the tombstones where he'd usually stay before completely going home. It was currently raining, and he let the rain soak him. He looked down at Hajime's name carved on the tombstone. "I used two motherfuckers this day," Lazarus nonchalantly said. "Making people a tool isn't that bad, yeah? As long as you benefit, there's nothing wrong with it

It was the kind of adrenaline that refuses to go away until it finds a target. "Venus wasn't just a woman trapped in a basement, Kai," I said, flipping the book open to the final, handwritten pages where the ink looked fresh and hurried. "Look at these schematics. The Lazarus protocol didn't just end at 422 Wall Street. It wasn't a localized experiment. It’s fully integrated into the city's bones."

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

"It's not easy to start a practice in Swalesbury, you know." "I understand. That's why I need your help," Horatio smiled sheepishly and tucked the syringe. "What I gave your sister is Lazarine. It's a drug only doctors from Level 3 and above can possess. No matter what poison or how critical it gets, Lazarine will make sure you live as though you've been resurrected from the dead.

Jonas had no choice but to stop. "This is my true form," said the woman, realizing Jonah's confusion. Following this, she thundered her fingers, and they both appeared in a camp. The place looked poor, and there were barely four tents. When Lucifer and Jonah appeared, they saw a little man with no hands and legs, who was wallowing on the ground, similar to chickens when they decide to bathe in puddles of earth. When he saw him, he crawled quickly like a worm, until he entered the biggest tent, he seemed afraid.

Or a melting, unfinished version of it. I realized then the catastrophic flaw in my design. Lazarus-7 didn't just repair a wound; it treated every detached sample of genetic material as a primary site for a new organism. It wasn't just healing me; it was replicating me. I scrambled to the chemical cabinet, my mind racing. I needed a solvent. Acid. Anything to stop the mitosis. But as I turned, I slipped. My shoulder hit the edge of a glass beaker, shattering it. The shards sliced through my lab coat and into my side.