Resurrected Book Novels & Stories

Gilbert was so busy scrutinizing the bookmark he did not notice Madalyn tearing up. Meanwhile, George looked shocked. "Isn't... Isn't this Master David's favorite bookmark?" "Master David?" Gilbert turned to George in confusion. Madalyn quickly snatched the bookmark and unopened letter from Gilbert's hands. "Is it David?" she looked at the bookmark emotionally. Tears streamed down her face. "It really is David. This really is his bookmark. It's the bookmark I gave him years ago. There are even some blemishes on it. He... He's actually still alive."

screamed the spirit of the Steel-winged Vulture as it slowly dissipated into thin air, as though it never existed. * * * “The revelation you've just witnessed was how I became stuck in this very book, exchanging my life for the survival of many people you see today.” Teacher Kira said this with a pale face. As realisation kicked in, I nodded slowly. “So that's what you mean by your ‘will’ lingering in the book... you're as good as dead!” Teacher Kira nodded, disdainfully. “But you said only those with your bloodline or a stronger one can awaken this book, doesn't that mean that this book has been awaken severally, in the past years?” I asked, remembering what she'd said earlier.

I exclaimed. And he reached into his bag for a big book which he held in his hands. “I’ve been reading, all the spare time I had in the forest, I’ve been reading this book that I found. It’s an ancient book about Hybrids and supernaturals. It has everything you need to know about magic and witches and werewolf and I came across a resurrection spell. It’s literally just going into the other side and bringing back whoever you want to” “No” I blurted out, almost immediately.

I didn't think such a book would contain something powerful than I thought. According to the ancient wisdom in the book, 'if a cherished deceased wolf is bathed under the moonlight with the blood of her parents, a miraculous resurrection will unfold.' That ends the paragraph. My eyes opened and I understood to some extent how that could be of use. Since the blood can bring about resurrection, 'What will happen to the person that his/her blo od is extracted?' I couldn't really answer that question. I am more than confused at this point.

Willow I wake up tucked into my bed, with a small bouquet of white flowers by my side and a bower or silvery blooms overhead. A note on my bedside table in a slanted script has my name on top. I open it and read: Willow, I hope you have slept well. I left you some sweet blossoms to ease any sorrows and remind you of me. There is elixir for strength and recovery in the refrigerator and herbal tea next to your mug. The herbal tea is a human blend that tastes good and soothes the nerves, but isn’t magical. Call me if you need anything, anything at all. I hope to see you at the grand opening, but will understand if you want to stay away from the club.

“That wasn’t me. That was—” “Elerein,” he finished. I stepped back flabbergasted. “How did you- “Context is not important, the important thing here is to get that book, go ahead find it” My nails bit into my palms. “That’s not possible.” “Why?” “Elerein is gone” “You’re lying.” “I’m not, Elerein is dead I had buried the book, the power you seek no longer exists" “Well then start digging and find a way to resurrect her!”

"Help! Someone, help me!" I heard loud cries for help. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day my mom's foster daughter, Edith Kellie, jumped into the river. My mother, Evelyn Newbury, leaned over the railing, her heart sinking and rising with Edith. In my previous life, Evelyn had jumped in without hesitation, only for Edith to push her head underwater. The result? Evelyn had drowned, while Edith had been saved.

I opened my eyes to find a shiny knife before me, sending me tumbling back onto the couch in fear. "What's wrong, Lily? Do you want an apple?" my husband, Xavier Henderson, asked. My heart raced—wasn't I dead? Because I kept quiet, Xavier moved closer, still holding the knife. He said, "There's a new coworker who lives in our neighborhood..." I slapped the knife away and frantically inspected my body. And then, realization dawned—I had been reborn!

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

she lengthily narrated to me. So that’s how a resurrection spell works. A life for a life. You need life as sacrifice to bring back dead to life again. Raise the dead and you will never know what you raise. These are the words I remember when I accidentally read the book that was in Mother Arianna’s room back then.