Lazarus Pit Novels & Stories

"Nana, this girl is so pitiful. Let's take her home." As soon as I heard those words, my consciousness suddenly returned to me. The familiar faces and scenes flooded back, and I immediately accepted the fact that I had been reborn. The girl was shivering from the cold. Her tattered clothes barely concealed the signs of abuse on her body. Standing before me was a boy with delicate features. A hint of sadness lay between his brows. His bright eyes were filled with sympathy and pity for the girl. His expensive branded clothes screamed "rich, naive young heir" from head to toe.

He asked. "How long have I been asleep?" "About a week. You were in bad shape when I found you both." He said. It's been a while since I last saw Cyrus. He took a few steps closer and I could properly see him in the dark. He was half-naked with his grey joggers hanging loosely low around his waist exposing his v-line. He has chocolate brown eyes but since it's dark outside, it seemed that his eyes were a darker shade of brown. Cyrus is a very attractive man, he worked for me years back as our private doctor. But he left because whenever he did something wrong the guilt would eat him up. He decided that it was time he focused on himself and focused on his mental health.

“Tell her the secret to living is never telling the truth.” The screen pixelated. Audio bled. The file looped. Savannah staggered back. It felt like drowning again. But this time, there was no one to pull her up. The Lazarus Equation hadn’t just recreated people. It had used them. And she—she had always been part of it. From the beginning. *** The courtyard was soaked in moonlight. Every stone gleamed. Rainwater clung to the edges of the old marble steps like veins. Savannah walked barefoot, robe soaked, hair streaming like ink. The air was cold enough to bite, but she didn’t feel it.

she chipped in Ruth cleared plates without saying anythingt, but her eyes lingered on the map. 6:30 p.m. – Sunset They stood in the barn doorway watching the sky bleed orange Somewhere far off, church bells rang for evening prayer. Lila spoke first. “I hacked the Veil’s emergency channel while you two were having your moment. They’re calling it Project Lazarus. They think the child is dead. They’re… grieving.”she glared at them Aurora felt it then a tug behind her sternum, like a hook setting. The baby stirred, interested

"The real Lazarus facility lies three hundred feet below sea level, built into the caldera wall." As the elevator doors closed, James positioned himself with military precision—back to the wall, clear line of sight to both exits, and a direct angle on both Alex and Sonia. His finger rested beside the trigger of his weapon, not quite threatening but far from comfortable. "Still playing the faithful guard dog, James?" Alex asked quietly. "Even after Father passed you over for the CEO position? Again?" "At least I earned my position," James shot back. "I wasn't born into it with a silver spoon and Father's unconditional approval."

(Isabella’s POV) The name glowed on the screen in the dark war room, a monstrous and unbelievable truth that stole the air from my lungs. The Lazarus Program. Lazarus. The man who was brought back from the dead. My mind, which had been reeling from one impossible revelation after another, finally landed on the full, horrifying scope of what we were facing. This was not a simple war of revenge. Liliana Moretti was not just a criminal mastermind. She was a monster playing God. For twenty-five years, she had been hidden away, funding a secret, unholy science, twisting the very laws of life and death to serve her quest for vengeance.

“Spoiler alert! I’ve being with him the longest here so, Ma’am. How sure are you this so called power of his isn’t fully manifested yet? I’ve seen it all. A destroyer of the world? That'll be an understatement.” Her sharpened fingers pressed deeper and tightly into Peirce’s neck, visible blood slowly flowing down under the moonlight with every heard drops hitting the ground. Peirce, didn’t reacted only staring deeply into the eyes of Sidikat’s deadpan face. “Oh, not afraid, are you? That’s given.” “Stop there, Cutest.” Lazarus told leaning forward, puts his hand on his wife’s right shoulder. “Let Peirce go. Look for your daughter we both know, things could get messy.”

Lazarus’s Gambit The faint smirk on Lazarus’s face told Elena everything she needed to know he was about to make his move. Before she could react, Lazarus pulled a concealed device from his pocket and pressed a button. The explosion wasn’t massive, but it was enough to send a shockwave through the east wing, destabilizing the floor beneath them. Elena stumbled, barely keeping her balance as the ground cracked and splintered. Lazarus used the momentary chaos to lunge toward a hidden corridor, disappearing into the shadows.

The snowstorm was a silent predator blanketing the Carpathian range. Everything about Sanctum 9 was designed to be forgotten—buried beneath mountains, disguised as a hydroelectric plant on outdated satellite maps. The truth? It was the heart of Lazarus. The final threshold. The endgame.

- he says in just a whisper. Azael shakes his head maliciously. -Then tell me what I'm doing here- He shrugs- Will you talk now? It takes a few seconds before answering. -It is a trap. -This time the man no longer looks at Azael, he looks at me.- Lailah Gozt ... if I were you, I would abandon your mother, lose sight of Volkov and move to another country.- then he lets out a dry laugh, which looks more like a cough. I'm surprised you know who I am.- Harrison Tucson doesn't mess around with bullshit.