Lazarus Supernatural Novels & Stories

He spoke in a hesitant tone. "What happened to him," I questioned unexpectedly, my gaze fixed on his. Instead of making an apologetic face. He burst out laughing and exclaimed, "I annihilated his soul. Isn't it true that I'm amazing? I can touch objects and destroy someone else's soul. I want to be able to touch you someday." He then gave me a cold chill as he looked at me with his demonic-possessed eyes. As I inadvertently released my thoughts, a sound snapped within my mind,

There was no fear in his eyes; just determination to get what he wants. "There's a place beneath the sea. A prison so fearful that not even the gods can touch it. Buried there is the black flame that'll engulf anyone who comes in contact with it. It is not a power that you can borrow, but a power that eats back, feeding on your soul. You'll surely lose what little light you may have in you." Lucas swallowed. "Show me where." Leviathan leaned closer and peered into his eyes. "This is the place where gods once went to die. You won't just kill Behemoth...You might become his shadow, and you might die in there. Lucas, is this truly what you desire?"

Behind them, Joon-ho and Hyun-woo limped closer, both barely holding themselves together. “This isn’t done yet,” Hyun-woo muttered, gripping his sword though his arm shook violently. “He’s still moving.” From the rubble, Lazarus’s broken form writhed, his tendrils thrashing weakly but growing in speed with each lash. His voice rose, layered with fury. “I am eternal. You cannot… destroy me. I will burn this world down until nothing remains but my shadow!” The ground cracked as another surge of dark energy pulsed from his body.

"I believe that this will straightly kill you." "I don't care if you kill Cedric, Asahi, or Haru just because you think they're bribed by me, Zacharias Craig, the former leader of that old gang, fucking die." Lazarus clicked his tongue as he points the edge of the plank at Zacharias' neck. "But one thing I wish for you is death, Craig." Zacharias closed his eyes from the impact he was expecting. But he felt nothing. Instead, a body weighed on his chest.

"Think about it, Lazarus. How else would Lucian have such intimate knowledge of the intricacies of your tunnels?" Lazarus sighed, unsure of how to respond. "I... I don't know," he admitted. "But all of this seems completely far-fetched. A dragon and a Lycan mated? Time travel? Ezra annihilating your entire species? It's absurd! And even if I were to entertain the idea, how did you acquire the power to travel back in time?" Lucian's eyes gleamed with a hint of pride as he spoke. "Visenya is very special," he explained. "She is the divine progeny of the Sun God and the Moon Goddess, making her the most powerful entity in this world. She is a Phoenix."

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 was rotting alive. "My predecessor lasted ten years," The young man coughed, spitting up purple blood. "I only lasted five. The energy... it consumes us faster now." "What are you talking about?" Harper stepped forward. "Consumes you?" The Chairman gestured to the floor. The floor was transparent. Thick, reinforced glass. Beneath their feet, deep in the abyss, something was moving. Subject Lazarus. It wasn't a monster. It was a Titan. A massive, biological entity, curled up in a fetal position. It glowed with the same violet light as the crystals. It was beautiful. And terrifying.

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.

It was at this time, Andrea came back, and she landed on Frost's back. " Anita, I got some information for you." " Tell me." Anita's expression changed immediately. Andrea took a deep breath and responded, " Alpha Zayn's pack is under a calamity for the past a decade. They have been having an attack from unknown creatures, and the priestess told them, the arrival of the Luna can put an end to all that. As of right now, the beta is organizing a ceremony of maiden picking for the Alpha, cause they couldn't wait anymore."

The questions swirled in my mind, a cascade of uncertainty. Vance, still holding me, observed the internal struggle etched across my face. "It's okay," he reassured, sensing the turmoil within. "We'll figure this out together, no matter who you are." As I gazed at the mirror, the truth echoed within me—I was Nadia, reborn with memories that transcended a single lifetime. "No we would not," I stayed as I looked at him. "We would not because I am not Iris. I am not your mate"