Lazarus Supernatural Novels & Stories

Lazarus said to Cordelia. “Id rather to get you rid before you can do that. “ Lazarus attacked Cordelia and flew away into the woods, but Cordelia has a magic power that Lazarus cannot control her. Her magic gets stronger. He could feel the energy running into his body. He gets paralyzed in just a second. It turned a blurred image shows all into black before he closes his eyes.

"What do you want?" The figure chuckled, the sound like nails on a chalkboard. "I go by Lazarus," he said, stepping further into view. "But you may already know me."His eyes flickered toward Seraphina."You're quite special, Seraphina. I must admit, I'm intrigued." Seraphina's heart thudded painfully in her chest. Lazarus the name stirred something ancient inside her, a fear she thought she had buried long ago."Lazarus,"she whispered, her voice trembling. "You were exiled. You should be dead."

Lazarus locked himself in the underground altar for three days and three nights, without eating or drinking, without saying a word. In front of others, he was still the cold and taciturn leader, but his heart had already died with me. “I need to atone for my sins…” He did his best to form an eternal peace alliance with the mermaid clan, rescued all mermaids who were persecuted, and made amends one by one. Isolde was sealed in a silver coffin in the forbidden land, suffering eternal torment. When everything settled down, Lazarus set foot on the deep-sea secret realm alone. That was my hometown, the place I missed day and night.

She yawned. “I will admit it’s not what I expected.” Amaya smiled as a servant placed a tray in front of her and Abigail. “What did you expect?” Lazarus asked her, before I was able to. So I took a sip of my drink, it was like coffee, but made with sin. “Everything they taught me growing up told of fire and brimstone, demons that wanted to torture humans and enjoyed their pain. Basically, I always pictured it as a giant torture chamber with a man in a red suit with horns and a pitchfork hurting people.”

I needed to snatch her from the vampire's side and place her on my lap, but I was giving her space. The discussion about Luna between us wasn’t over. I returned to my seat. "The cops forgot about you. Didn't this jerk tell you?" Lazarus glanced at me. Peony half-heartedly gave me a glance, nodding slowly. "Yeah, it's just that I didn't know they'd become your playthings." "I was just poking around in their heads for traces of manipulation magic," Lazarus explained, scanning his pointed fingers. "Which turned out to be far more complex than I expected. The work of a high-class vampire, that's what I can presume."

I stared at my hands in horror, feeling more useless than I ever had in my entire life. A sudden spark of hope flared inside my chest. I looked up at Lucy, my eyes widening. "Wait! You are a werewolf too!" I gasped. I scrambled onto my knees and reached out desperately to grab Lucy’s arms. "That means you can heal him! You can save Daniel!" Lucy looked down at my shaking hands. A quiet, painful shadow crossed her eyes. She slowly, gently pulled her hands away from my grip, taking a small step backward.

Bloody Vamps. “What do you mean it’s just a burn?” Atlas said staring down at Miera. “She touched that glass and something like this happened, it can’t be just a burn.” he muttered. Miera stared back at Atlas and then turned to Laila who was still staring at the ceiling. “Can you tell us what happened?” Miera asked Laila, she blinked once and then again before she spoke. “I jumped.” She replied vaguely, “I was with them when Karl heard the news about me when i was moved back to recent times- way to recent times.” She added and then turned to Miera who had her brows scrunched, like it wasn’t a normal thing to happen.

She tossed the file onto the table like a bomb waiting to go off—and maybe it was. I picked it up and opened it slowly, eyes skimming words that tasted like ash: Kidnapping. Surveillance. Infiltration. And at the bottom, like a curse whispered from hell itself: Resurrected assets pending evaluation. “Resurrected?” Luca echoed. “You think this is connected to—” “Yes.” Serena’s voice was soft. “To everything.” Matteo leaned back in his chair, legs spread wide like a prince of ruin. “Project Lazarus.”

"But I will if you don't surrender.” My father looked around the room one more time. At the dozens of allies my mother had brought. At the pack members who were now just as strong as vampires thanks to my blood. My grandmother with her years of experience. At Noah who was ready to die protecting me. At me holding the Moonblade. For the first time in his life, Lazarus was completely defeated. "Fine," he said quietly. "But this isn't over. There are other vampires like me. Other monsters who will continue what I started."

he pulled bark, somewhat alarmed by the tone of her voice. "if you don't believe me, I have details of extra terrestrial and supernatural sightings..you could read my books...the London bridge, its a fake! its no support group, its Lucifer grooming the anti Christ...Adulfs the child of light who must stop her...but I see no star any more. she succeeded in giving him the mark...his borne a new gene. they feed now on his brain and direct him what to do." the parasites, Montoya thought. he speaks about the parasites. goddamn it, he couldn't be lieing.