Lazarus Supernatural Novels & Stories

Before she could fall, I slipped my arms around her and gently pulled her bruised body against my chest. Her eyelids slowly began to close. She looked up at me one last time, and a faint smile touched her lips. “So… there really is… a God,” she whispered. Then she lost consciousness in my arms. “I’m Luke Paul! No one messes with me!” the man shouted from the ground, struggling against the belt around his wrists. “You’ll regret this! I swear I’ll find you, and I’ll have you killed!” I didn’t even look back. Holding my unconscious mate carefully against my chest, I stood up and wrapped my arms around her to keep her warm from the cold night air.

Karl said whilst rubbing the back of Sage’s hands. “That's where you get it wrong, just the same way you perceive the aura of people and other supernatural creatures like yourself is the same way, it’s like baiting a rat, or fish, they can sense the prey from where they are. It’s not yet strong but it’s there, I can sense it and that's why when she called me I knew I had to get down here right away. Your baby is a big bait to everyone who cares for power and dominance and that is the entire supernatural race” Miera explained.

E beneath it, in red ink: Project Lazarus. My stomach twisted. Lazarus. The man they say rose from the dead. But who brought him back? I snapped the folder shut. “We go now. I want answers. I want her safe. And I want the Morettis to feel what it’s like to have their pulse crushed in a velvet glove.” Matteo grinned, all teeth and shadows. “Now that’s the Serena I fell for.” Nico

James spoke softly. “Answer my question!” Lucifer roared. His Demonic Energy was so terrifying that it even made James’ blood run cold. James took a deep breath and said, “I told you I was once dead. However, someone saved me and used the Demonic Lotus to reshape my physical body. That’s how I came back to life.” Hearing this, Lucifer’s knees gave way. “There’s no more hope… Now that the Demonic Lotus is lost, my father can never be resurrected.” He was dejected.

"When he saw the girl dancing, 'What was my life for when the girl I love will repeatedly die?' he asked himself." "But I thought they were angels. Why the hell would they die?" Ellaine asked, confused. "They were just an angel. Lucifer will always be Lucifer. A very powerful demon." My brows crossed. I wasn't into religious or spiritual things but something about the story was making me curious. "But God is more powerful than him, right?" Claire said. Sister Clarity smiled. "Right," she simply answered. "What happened to him when the girl died?" Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next.

Trembling, the woman reached out to cradle her newborn, whose cries pierced the air, mingling with the tense atmosphere. Footsteps echoed ominously, drawing closer to the room. The door flung open, revealing Lucifer himself. Towering at fifty feet, he bore ten horns upon his seven heads, each adorned with a blasphemous diadem. His likeness was a grotesque amalgamation: leopard-like skin, bear-like feet, and a mouth reminiscent of a lion, its fanged maw stretched wide in a grin that revealed teeth sweeping the floor. A scream of terror tore from the woman's throat, and she collapsed onto the bed, succumbing to the overwhelming horror before her.

Denver is the one in charge of informing us peasants that the King will arrive, and Denver made it his mission to traumatize us and he got it right when a female fainted when the news came and the idiot laughed. I took the Lucifer's trap, also known as an elevator, to my work floor and went to my desk. I wasn't stressed since my work was up to date and my group was sorted. I took out my laptop and set it up before I went to check up on my group and also friends. "Zara!" I turned to see Sweet coming from behind me. "Where have you been?"

I could use any information that I get now so I would do anything including hurting my ego and every fucking thing that I believe in. "I am not certain about this but from what I gathered, she's gifted in some kind of way. And if she is used for the sacrifice that Antonio plans to use her for, he would be immortal and would be in full control of the entire supernatural community. And that's more reason why he needs to be stopped before things get out of hand." The old man stared at me for along while as he finished speaking and without voicing it out, I knew this was my moment to make a decision. A decision that would change the supernatural community forever either in good or bad.

As soon as Teresa left the room, I reached over for the burner phone and my little recorder that had already been prepped. He fumbled the phone from his pocket and answered on the third ring, and I hit play. His eyes widened, and he started looking around the room as if afraid. I removed the recorder and spoke to him for the first time. "This is Gabriel, Sofia's son. You don't have long to live. In the next few minutes, you will lose the ability to speak, your limbs will atrophy, and your airwave will be blocked."

They are hanging loosely off his hips. "Have you figured it out yet Maggie?" as he reaches out to feel my forehead. "Figures what out?" He lets a small laugh out "You are a late bloomer. You are known as Lupus werewolf. You get your wolf on the first full moon of your 29th Birth year. You are a rare breed but to be one of the strongest of wolves out there."