Lazarus Supernatural Novels & Stories

“Lia’s death wasn’t the work of my pack. In fact, the truth about her death lies much closer to home than you realize.” Caleb’s heart raced as he struggled to process Damien’s cryptic statement. His mind flashed back to the night Lia died, the betrayal, the anguish. Could it be true? Had he been wrong all along? As Caleb grappled with Damien’s revelation, another memory surfaced—Eliana. Her face, her voice, her presence that felt so hauntingly familiar. The oldest wolf’s words echoed in his mind: The Moon Goddess granted Luna to be reborn but with someone else's body.

The fire whispered, a lullaby of rage and power, promising that this was only the beginning. Serena stepped back, blending into the shadow of the nearest oak. Damien’s figure loomed on the horizon, a distant, unknowable force—her future tether, a reminder of what had been stolen, a challenge to reclaim. Lucia, rattled, stumbled to regain composure, but Serena did not give her the satisfaction of immediate recognition. She was the unseen storm now, the living ember that refused to die.

“You already signed to become my property, Little Doe. So just do what I want.” I swallowed again, nervous. But strangely, I couldn’t lie to myself. Lazarus’s aura was so strong, cold yet protective. Like an invisible wall that made me feel safe in the middle of this crowd. I felt protected, even though I should have been afraid. He wasn’t an ordinary man. He was someone who could destroy a person’s life with just one phone call, but tonight he chose to protect me. The event continued for another ten minutes. Business talk, short speeches, applause. I sat quietly beside him, our hands still holding each other under the table. After the final applause, I felt the need for a little space to br

"After sending them to their respective tasks, I told them rendezvous in the main hall for the exorcism." "So, you figured it out that these things are Demons?" Lukas asked. "I have killed a Demon Legionnaire before your father cummed you out of his nutsack, son." Major Tomas said. "Yes, I already figured and those things I killed before are far more worse." "Will you be quiet down there?" The priest yelled as he raised his holy water sprinkler and began praying. The roar around them intensified. They are everywhere now. Lukas gripped his weapon tight as they prepared for the worse to come."

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.

She uttered in sorrow. Gertrude's chin quivers. She is indeed one of the strongest witches ever to walk the coven of magic, but compared to Lazarus she is nothing. “Lazarus is not just an old blood. He is a heretic, a wizard who was turned into a Vampire. He has been alive for several centuries, the level of magic he has is far beyond me,” she explains in disappointment. “So what are we going to do? Wait for him to die?” Vesper clamored in grief.

“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.”

she began, her cold gray eyes scanning the shocked faces of the Dons, “your God brought Lazarus back from the dead to show his glory. A miracle. But the story never tells you what happened to Lazarus after. Did he thank his God for the gift of life? Or did he resent him for pulling him from his peaceful, eternal sleep and forcing him back into a world of pain and suffering?” She took a step closer to my father, a look of profound, chilling disappointment on her face. “My Lazarus Program is not a miracle,” she said. “It is a correction. I do not bring men back to show the glory of God. I bring them back to show the failure of men. I take broken, passionate, flawed men like my husband, like yo

“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.

" Summer grabbed the door. "This body is different. Amelia Fernandez was from the seafood market. Someone used an ice pick and drove it through her left ear straight into her brain." "How is this different? Isn't she just as dead as everyone else?" "There wasn't a single sign of struggle. Even under her fingernails was clean!" Summer stared at me. "The medical examiner ruled it a suicide." "Who can drive an ice pick into their own brain and not struggle?" "I want you to read her." I rubbed my fingers together. "Five thousand is too little. Up the fee."