Novel & Cerita Lazarus Supernatural

(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.

“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.

Furthermore, he needed to see this for himself before he mentioned it to his father. “Are you sure we’re going the right way, sire?” His right-hand man, Fitzroy asked him. Fitzroy was the first and only vampire Lazarus had ever turned. “Yes. I’m positive. I’m following the directions of the girl who almost got hurt by the feral,” Lazarus pointed out. He kept the girl’s identity a secret. He couldn’t risk letting his friends know that a human girl knows their secret. “I smell something. It’s like burnt flesh,” Seros explained.

My legs are very weak and I have to cling to a dark wooden cabinet on which are several bottles of JB, causing them to stagger. -I was always there for you, Lailah. -I don't want to hear anything else, I don't want to know anything else. I want to go home. I want ...- And I'm not going to let that Azael get you in trouble. I'm going to use you to bring him here, and I plan to finish him off with my own hands. I will protect you. It's the last thing I get to hear before everything goes black. AZAEL

She left the map and picked up a book, ignoring both Sebastian and I. " The lightning mark, is the mark of a supernatural, it was given long ago but their kind have been wiped out by either evil people or unforeseen circumstances, the girl you saw in your dream is a supernatural" she read from the book and turned to Orion. " That girl is a supernatural, I don't know her connection with Delaury but there's a problem somewhere, I can't tell you what to do because I don't remember anything even though I want to, but I'm only helping" " I know you are, I just don't know --"

The third one advanced while crawling, but it failed to reach Lukas as he filled its body with lead. "Reloading!" Lukas yelled before he replaced his empty clip with a new one. Francis covered him and fired at the entity that almost reached the two of them. Sitan laughed as his army dies before the men and women of the 666IB soldiers. He drew out his sword and began charging. Lukas watched in fear as the deity eviscerated Laurel with a horizontal slash, his organs spilled onto the ground in an instant. Sitan pivoted backwards and thrust at his second target, a soldier beside Nagar. He lifted the impaled trooper off the ground before punching him away.

Henry advised him. “I know that, but we gave a far greater enemy to worry about, afterall, the devil we know is far greater than the Angel we have not seen. You have watched the video i sent right?” Larry asked him. “Yes I did, but it doesn’t make any sense to me that this mysterious vampire is kidnapping just girls.” Henry said, leaning over his sofa. “His name is Ambrose Lazar and he’s looking for his granddaughter, who is said to be a ticking time bomb if she resurfaces and gets to meet Lucifer’s cursed son, Eros.” Lucifer explained to him.

Sophia trembled, doing her best to explain herself on my behalf, and rectify the situation. But I knew it was no use. Nothing was going to save me from facing the music. “So you fucking followed me, you psychotic bitch?” Lazarus snarled, his eyes burning into mine, as if he were staring right into my soul. His eyes were filled with darkness, appearing hollow, void, completely empty of emotion.

She answered and took a bite on her burger while I took a sip on my coke because I am so thirsty. “I already found Sam for Samyaza and Oriel,” She said and she looked at me while eating her burger and fries. “The one that happened to you a while ago… is a static… you are already connecting to the frequency… now you can hear them and soon you will see them” She added while chewing her burger and she looked at me again and swallowed her burger. “You will see the people who will die or people who are already dead and your volumina Fumi will come out to grab them and bring them to you… and you will bring them to the afterlife… that is your job”

But the Lazarus Plan wasn’t just about deceiving Luca. It was about reminding the world what *humanity* was. What I was. Not a machine. Not a program. Not a queen on a throne of glass and fire. But a woman. A daughter. A fighter. A soul. One that refused to be erased. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the bunker, my pod hissed as the temperature dropped one final degree. I could feel nothing—and yet something inside me resisted. A flicker, A whisper, A heartbeat. Somewhere, far above, Luca prepared his final broadcast.