Resurrected Book Novels & Stories

something that she wasn’t paying attention to. Quick as a flash Levy got off the bed and started looking through the books that she brought, her eyes skimming through the title of each chapter. “ Soul resurrection, how to make Sorcerer's stone, summoning of the great wizard, making of the wand, law of Hamartia…” she read the title of each chapter before reaching the end of the book. And just like the notebooks’ there wasn’t even the slightest hint of the spell called soul fetching, how was this possible? The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching.

Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

“A horn blow?!” “Which means?” He turned and moved to the door quickly. “I means there’s an emergency. Stay here…” Cassien didn’t give me a chance to speak before he turned and dashed out. I stared at the space he was for a while, before I turned to face the book. IMPORTANT FINAL WARNING Resurrection of EREVOS does not fully depend on the death of the seal. If a blood moon— I was reading when the lights in the room went off. What the hell?!

Perhaps it was boredom from being alone for so long, or perhaps it was pity for this little wolfkin, but I eventually nodded. Life passed uneventfully as I took the little wolfkin under my wing to learn medicine and collect herbs. With a bodyguard like that following me around, it seemed that few dared to provoke me. That was until an elderly servant I had not seen in a while suddenly appeared, disrupting my peaceful life once again. "Princess Mirella, Princess Lyra and the king are dead! You must return and help your nation!" The servant's words struck me like a thunderbolt, and I trembled uncontrollably. I asked him repeatedly, but the answers were all the same.

"The notebook. Red cover." I find it. Leather bound. Filled with dense handwriting and diagrams. "What is this?" "A complete neurological map of the corrupted activation process. Every weakness. Every failure point. Every way to reverse the process if you catch a corrupted hybrid early enough." I flip through pages. Chemical formulas. Genetic sequences. Treatment protocols. It's comprehensive. Brilliant. Exactly the kind of work that made Price famous before he became a monster. "Why?" I ask. "Because you were right. You chose to be better than what made you. I never could. But I can leave something that helps you instead of hurts you."

EXE. --- ### The Resurrection The computer didn't just restore a file. It **Erupted**. The monitor in front of me shattered, but the glass didn't fall. It turned into golden liquid, pouring out of the screen and onto the desk. "What? No! The hardware is compromised!" Julian screamed, lunging for the power cord. But the golden liquid hit his hand, and he was thrown back by a blast of pure, unedited energy. From the shattered screen, a hand reached out.

Reading passages, finding nothing useful. Then Gray pulled out an old leather-bound book from the back of the highest shelf. "This one looks ancient," he said. The cover was cracked. The pages were yellowed and fragile. The text was written in an old script that was hard to read. But there. On page seventy-three. A chapter titled "The Resurrection of the Fallen." My hands shook as I read. "What does it say?" Gray asked. I read aloud. "To resurrect one who has fallen to mortal wounds but whose essence remains, three offerings must be made. The Mighty Alpha Soul. The Maiden Soul. And the Ancient Wolf Soul."

He also promised me the best salary package. Being personally recruited by Felix was a huge honor. Within days, everyone in the city was talking about it. However, to Nancy, I was merely a lapdog who flattered Felix for money. I initially wasn't planning on accepting Felix's honor. In my past life, that so-called electronic asset vault didn't last long before it was breached. The lead hacker in charge of the tech didn't earn a single cent. On top of that, they became a target of the thieves and Felix. In the end, they died a horrible death.

I lowered my gaze to the ouroboros ring on my finger, then touched the iris birthmark at my collarbone. The phone rang—it was my assistant. “Boss, are you attending tomorrow’s charity gala?” “I am.” I smiled faintly. “If I’m going to be a queen, then the world should see what true elegance and cruelty look like.” I hung up, poured myself a glass of Louis XIII, and raised it toward the moon. “Here’s to hell. “And to rebirth.” I drained the glass, turned, and walked into the sea of lights.