Lazarus Pit Novels & Stories

I was accessing something Kane didn't know existed, a failsafe I had buried deep within the system for a nightmare scenario exactly like this. The Lazarus Protocol. Hidden seventeen layers deep in my system architecture, it was a virus designed to completely purge all data if unauthorized access was detected. Scorched earth. If I couldn't keep Kane from stealing my empire, I'd make sure there was nothing left to steal. But I needed thirty seconds to input the full command sequence. And Kane was watching my every keystroke. I typed the first line of code. */root/lazarus/init* Kane leaned closer to the screen, suspicious. "What's that command?"

Lucifer Once I flash out of Lana’s room, I partially shift into my devil form and hone my senses until I reach the destination Azazel instructed me to go to. The earthquake occurred in the Arcata forest. Using my night vision, I try to find the entity that caused such havoc but see nothing. I land near a copse and look around for any signs of what it could have been until I reach a large section of the forest that looks like it was burnt to a crisp. The trees, dirt and grass around the ragged opening are scorched. Within minutes, Azazel and Mathias appear beside me.

"Dad, what happened? Why did you stop laughing? Have I said something bad, if I did, I'm sorry!" "What are you saying, dear! No, you didn't do anything! I only remember something from the past, okay?" He smiled at him, not wanting him to worry anymore. Cassandra who was quietly driving knows that the lawyer reminisced his past - the days when he had to walk the streets with an empty stomach, lived with strangers, and was abused by them. He was so fortunate that he had met the school teacher that gave him a chance to have a better life by helping him with his studies. They are almost near the apartment when Imman's phone rang. It was chairman Ruiz, congratulating him on his discharge from the

316 years later It was the time for Luke to die again… for him to ascend into the next life after 9 days of lying in his ashes. To avoid any possible disasters, he made an underground bunker that could contain the fire he would emit while his life comes to an end. And Sarah was right beside him. Her life was about to end, too. She made him promise that if she doesn’t come back, he won’t do stupid things. He won’t try to hurt himself as he had in the past. In the end, their family needed him, too. Their two amazing kids that were all grown now… how did that happen? How did a phoenix have two kids when his kind wasn’t known for its breading abilities… Who knows? So many things about him were u

She said to her empty room. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer and continued her work only this time she didn’t hear any voice any more. Stella and Aaron. Lara is not just a name, Lara significed evil, death, torture, Pain. Lara was worst than a devil, any demon, any fend, any ghoul. Lara was the worst of them all. She was a diffrent kind of ghoul, She stood in dimlight in the room with paintings, writing her name with black paint on the white board. Every letter she wrote, She wrote it with hatred, She wrote it with anger.

He crushed his cigarette out roughly against her image. “This celebration may well be the greatest wedding of the century, Liora… but do not forget: Lazarus has always found a way to rise again from the dead.” END OF CHAPTER 208

Module 22 pinged and overlaid the glyphs with the same three words: tribute / keepers / part. “Not blood,” Lizzi said, fast and brittle. “There are other tributes. Coins, wine, words—” The tapping came one last time—three impatient beats—and then stopped. From the dark, something answered the light with a low, almost subsonic note that sank through bone. The mural’s Minotaur eyes seemed to catch it and glow. Paulo whispered a prayer he hadn’t said since childhood. “Kyrie eleison.” Jessica lowered her hands, palms tingling. “We don’t feed it,” she said. “Not yet. We mark it, we document, we find a bypass.”

He asked. “Who can forget that scent?” Seros grinned. “You mean Miranda?” Fitzroy suggested. “Yes. We’ve been seeing each other, and she invited me to a party,” Lazarus smiled. “But sire, if I can speak freely,” Fitzroy bowed and Lazarus nodded. “You remember what happened the last time you got obsessed with a human girl? You refused to turn her, and she died from cholera. You almost went mad, sire.” “I know, Fitzroy, but this time it will be different. This time I won’t make the same mistake again,” Lazarus admitted. “Now come on, let’s go,” he said as they walked back towards Nigel’s house.

she whizzed. I raised my claw ready to gut her, that's when the stench hit me—dust, candle wax, and the blood of a pup. It clung to my lungs, heavy and unnatural, the kind of smell that didn’t belong anywhere but in a witch’s den. Something else was here…a pit of blood, thick with the stench of iron and decay, mixed with herbs, it reeked of sorcery. A Lazarus Pit. The kind used to drag the dead back into the living realm. But no one ever returned the same.

" the room appeared to shake at the sound of his voice at the same time, the room grew colder. "God, Lord of all creation! Deliver this servant I humbly pray" The creature was now croaking gibberish. Suddenly, Father Lazarus felt a little uneasy on his chest. He turned away wearily with his back to the creature and waited for the brewing pain to cease. With lowered head, he held his hands in a fist and again closed his eyes. His hands began to tremble and fell blindly into a rage at the increasing pain. He lay crumpled on the floor dead.