Moment Of Vivification Novels & Stories

Not a wolf, but something older. A Lycan. The dark things recoiled from her light. Vivian’s face came apart into the water and was gone in an instant. The woman’s lips didn’t move, but I heard her all the same, soft against my ear. “I gave you my gift… I will not let my Child of Rejuvenation die here, not in my domain.” The words hit me like a slap. Don’t. Die.

"This is our deliverance into actualized primacy at last - let the Mother Moon herself bear witness!" My hand drifted down to rest over the small swell of life quickening within, a fiercely protective heat blossoming in my chest. The lives I now cradled weren't some bastard accident of random insemination. No, these represented the ascendant rebirth of the Blackmoons through the sacred chalice of my own nurturing womb.

" I couldn't help but burst into tears. My fingers traced down his neck, every inch was a stab to my heart. When I closed my eyes,couldlseeldision was himseeing restrained and injected with the drug. Just the thought of it was heartbreaking. He grabbed my hand, "But Tim is not evil. Though he did what he did to me, he didn't inject me with any untreatable virus or want me dead. Now stop touching me; otherwise, I may not be able to resist making love to you. Honestly, I'm dying here. All I can think is that I didn't have enough time in this life to...be with you." "You jerk! This is not the time for this." "Heh, life is short, make merry while you can. After all, who knows if we'll still be a

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“To keep you safe from harm, so you may live long.” Vivian’s face twisted in disgust. “To keep me safe?” she spat. “You’re lucky I can’t move my hands right now. I’d tear that necklace off and slap you with it. That’s for the dead, and I’m not dead. Watch your words.” Katherina’s eyes glinted, calm and unbothered. “Oh, I know you’re alive and breathing. But look at you, Vivian, broken, in pain, barely able to move. The doctor said it was a miracle you survived. Any complication could happen. You might not even wake up tomorrow. I’m only preparing you.”

She whipped around to face the surveillance camera. “Arthur, cowering in the shadows. You're a coward,” she spat, venom in her voice. Suddenly, old Martin's corpse twitched. The high - concentration adrenaline capsules shattered, sending him into a violent, jerking resurrection. His body shot upright, limbs flailing like a broken puppet. A deafening rasp filled the air. The walking corpse's mouth flew open. Its blood - shot eyes locked onto Vivienne. Blood, mingled with chunks of liver and gore, geysered from his mouth.

Viviane I look at her, I look at her with my eyes that are hers, that are her children's, that are Marcus's, that are this family's we are building, stone by stone, day after day, hope after hope, forgiveness after forgiveness, love after love, and I feel, I feel that it's the moment, that it's the instant, that it's now, now to speak to her about her children, about my grandchildren, about these beings I have never seen, I have never touched, I have never loved, but whom I love, whom I already love, without knowing them, without ever having seen them, without ever having touched them, without ever having loved them, but by loving them, because they are her daughter, her son, her blood, her

I was both, so I waited. “My sister loved you,” Vivian said, voice even as bread. “You loved yourself and the parts of her that echoed. That isn’t worship. It’s theft. You told her rescue was devotion. She believed you long enough to be ashamed of being alive beside you. Then she learned to name it correctly. So will he.” She didn’t look at Orion when she said it. That is why it worked.

Piper was still reeling from the news that Will had tricked her. After Dale she had sworn to herself that she would never let another man manipulate her again. By the end of their relationship Dale had left her a shadow of her former self. The term 'gaslighting' was the perfect way to describe how Dale had made her feel while they were together. London held so many awful memories and now Will had tainted her time back home.

Vivian, weakened and in pain, managed a feeble smile, placing a delicate hand on Damian's cheek in gratitude. In that moment, Eric Damian's heart swelled with profound pity. The thought of losing Vivian's life haunted him, knowing that he had almost succumbed to the belief that she was merely toying with him. The weight of potential loss pressed heavily upon him, a burden he wouldn't have forgiven himself for bearing had Vivian perished. Biting into his hand, Damian extended it toward Vivian's mouth, and she eagerly drew sustenance from his life-giving blood. Her strength slowly returned, and her wounds began to heal, empowered by the regenerative essence of his vampiric blood coursing throu