Lazarus Supernatural Novels & Stories

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.

Outside, the distant shouts of our pursuers echoed across the lake. Jeff secured the rusted iron door with a length of chain. "Five minutes max before they breach." Daniela pressed a cloth to Sister Marguerite's bleeding temple. "Who the hell resurrected Ryans' ghost squad?" Mateo crouched by a dusty workbench, his too-large suit jacket sliding off to reveal the Lazarus brand again—XXIX glowing faintly in the blue light. "They're not ghosts." His fingers traced the numbers. "They're mine."

"Only the true blood of Aurelia can handle the energy. Everyone else turns into... monsters." "Or corpses," Luke added. Suddenly, a voice echoed from the back of the lab. "Welcome, children of God." Everyone spun around, guns raised. A man walked out from the shadows. He was wearing the crimson robes of a Cardinal (红衣主教). He held a silver cross in one hand and a syringe filled with glowing green liquid in the other. It was Bishop Lazarus, the highest religious figure in Montbert. The man who had crowned Serenity just days ago.

It made sense to him that Adrian had lost his mind and had murdered these innocent families, those children. “Okay look at these. I found them in my father’s house after his funeral,” Adrian said and handed Robert three old books, bound in leather. Robert opened the first book and began to read. It held accounts of wolf sightings, transformation ceremonies, councils, people with powers, how to kill a wolf and much more. There were detailed drawings and Robert could tell by the faded ink that the books were old indeed. Adrian knew the truth.

I needed to tell Susan to get a dozen more for the weekend, or I would suffer withdrawal symptoms. “Did he tell you anything else?” I asked, bringing her coffee and the cupcakes to the table. Trisha sat down opposite her. Amy raised her eyebrows, like gathering her thoughts through the fog of exhaustion in her head. “He was born there when the asylum was still open, and remained there after the courts closed it. Plenty of bad vibes around to feast on for centuries. He’d never paid attention to the living until our lovely Haunter came around. Looks like he started calling on any and all entities around. He invited them to use his and his teammates’ energy to manifest. Kujo thought why not try

She cried, almost clawing on Phoenix's skin. "You are wrong Rose, very wrong. Edgardo was truly dead. When he died, he died but he was reborn and you are the one who now gave birth to the devil not my mother. Edgardo didn't take over your son's body, he is Edgardo himself but this time around he was named Fred." "You are lying." Empress Rose said not believing Storm one bit. Why can't the boy leave her and her son alone, why?

*** FLASHBACK 3 Lucifer eyes his lookalike with surprise and the creature did the same. He didn’t move because he was unaware of kind of power the creature possessed. Other spirits had also gathered to stare wide eyed at the person in front of them. After an intense stare, the creature blinked once then twice before widening his eyes as well. Lucifer took a step back and eyed him cautiously. The creature then started to look around in wonder just like he had done. So this spirit did not know where he was either? Lucifer smiled. This was the perfect opportunity for him to command all the creatures in this garden. Lucifer walked up to the creature and eyed it with pride in his eyes, then he fl

THE CURSED REBIRTH (Chapter 4) (Point of View: The Luna) My initial reaction was one of coldness. The kind of cold that seeps into bone, cruel as treachery and sharp as glass, rather than the soft coolness of dawn air caressing bare skin. I could have sworn—no, I was positive—that I had taken my last breath, but my chest rose in a startled gasp. I recall the burn of the poison and how my vision became blurry as the moonlight above me broke into shards. I recall Lyra's sly smile and her hushed victory. I recall my friend Kael's eyes widening in shock, but it was too late to save me.

Those cases were called Spector protocols and more often than not, the reapers would just let the soul become ghosts. There was no protocol for what Lisa had just seen. She had never heard of anything like that happening in all her time as a reaper. Humans were born, they lived and they died, the end. That was the iron law of the universe that every human was subject to without exception. Of course, some could get lucky and survive fatal incidents but no one was so lucky that their wounds instantly healed. Something was definitely up and Lisa had a feeling she wouldn’t like what came next.