Resurrected Book Novels & Stories

Skin broke out in strange rashes that turned into open burns. Plants twisted. Animals died or mutated. Bodies swept into floods started rising again, wrong and hungry, and that was only the beginning of the zombies. Vera and her brother survived, and for a short while, she had almost been grateful because his attention shifted from her to food, shelter, and finding a way out. Survival gave her a little space from him. Then his powers awakened, and everything changed again.

Five years since that night on the forest road. I had woken two days later in a strange infirmary bed. Bandages wrapped tight around my abdomen. An IV line in my arm. Alpha Kai of Crestwood Pack had found the wrecked car during a routine border sweep. He had carried me to his healers himself. I remembered crying in his arms, begging him to save my baby first. But the look in his eyes told me everything I was too afraid to hear. There was no baby. The trauma cracked something open inside me. My wolf, sealed away since childhood by some magic I still didn't understand, finally woke. She was fierce and protective, flooding me with senses I'd never known I lacked.

Let me destroy them both. My body hit the rocks. Pain. Darkness. But then... something else. A surge of power, ancient and wild, wrapping around my broken bones. Heat flooded through me, electric and alive. A voice whispered through the void, feminine and eternal: Your prayer is heard, daughter of the moon. You were never weak. You were never broken. You were dormant, waiting. Rise again. Awaken your true self. And take everything they tried to steal. Then everything went black...

If that's the norm, I won't care if I'm included or not. I just went to the library to read a book about Eleftheria. Maybe there is information there about the volcano. I will just pour out my anger and annoyance there. I am being immature and I don't understand myself either. The Palace library is spacious. Even if I spend a year reading it I won't finish all the books. Fortunately, it's easy to find what you need to read here because there are names. I went to the row where there were books about different parts of Valeria. I saw there a book about Samona, Caracass, Avalone, and Valencia. There was also a book about monsters in the Valeria forest and Eleftheria caught my eye.

After going through the subsequent days of torment, Peter was rendered to just a bag of bones who looked sickly. I, on the contrary, regained my health gradually. A healthy complexion returned to my face too. I chose a gravesite for my unborn child. I buried the child's checkup reports, ultrasound imaging, and clothes in the ground. While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?"

The healer glanced up, her brow furrowed. “An old book,” Lucas said, holding it out. It looked ancient, bound in cracked leather, its pages yellowed and brittle. “It mentioned a resurrection potion. An… ancient formula that’s meant to revive a dead person.” Resurrection? But Elena wasn’t dead. The thought of it made my stomach churn. My breath hitched. “Is it…can it work?”

"You've worked for years. You must have saved up a lot, right?" I opened my eyes to find my mother expectantly staring at me. She asked me the same question in my last life. I was abducted by human traffickers twenty years ago. Finally, I was reunited with my family. The moment I moved back home, my parents began to ask about and hint at my savings. I was vigilant and kept quiet. However, I had not expected them to be able to hear my thoughts. They were even to lure me into thinking about my bank account details, passwords, and PIN codes. While I was away, they stole the 200,000 I had been saving up for my own shop.

It made sense to him that Adrian had lost his mind and had murdered these innocent families, those children. “Okay look at these. I found them in my father’s house after his funeral,” Adrian said and handed Robert three old books, bound in leather. Robert opened the first book and began to read. It held accounts of wolf sightings, transformation ceremonies, councils, people with powers, how to kill a wolf and much more. There were detailed drawings and Robert could tell by the faded ink that the books were old indeed. Adrian knew the truth.

he said, “Besides, you’re special. You’re the Lady. I have to make sure you get to the next body safely and resume the trial.” Suddenly, a thought passed in my mind. My eyebrows clinked together. “Wait… wait… You previously said that resurrecting a soul is a two-way street. What do you mean by that?” “Well,” he shrugged, “Just like when someone suddenly has his heart stop beating. Doctors and nurses flood to the scene to do resuscitation, right? That is one way. But for the soul to live again, it needs to do its part too. It’s not enough for the people in the living world to try to bring you back.”

She just wanted to know if running away from Lucas doesn't mean running into another kind of trouble. I continued with my words, "so, did Bertha die in the flames or not?" "Rumor has it that she arose like a phoenix from the flames, with a new body. But those were just lies. Bertha was a witch with many potentials but regeneration wasn't part of it. Her life was short lived. She was one of those witches with no immortality, so how could she have been Reborn from a phoenix flames? Her lineage had no phoenix, and you cannot easily siphon a Phoenix's powers. Except maybe she's a cursed one. only a cursed phoenix has limited powers."