Resurrected Book Novels & Stories

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

A new one. Scrawled in ink. Not just a name. A warning. > Rafael Vairo (Alive. If confirmed, destroy completely.) She didn’t cry. She didn’t shake. She just closed the book. And whispered: > “He doesn’t get to resurrect what I already buried.” Lucien sat across from her. And didn’t argue. Because even he could feel it The air was changing again. And somewhere out there, a ghost had just inhaled its first living breath. LOCATION: SAFEHOUSE – PRIVATE VAULT ROOM

Everything sounds ridiculous, but being reborn made her believe in them. "Through a series of tests," Jasmine answered, a hopeful expression on her face. Author's Note If you have read the first book of this series, you would know about the supernatural elements it has. I am sorry if this comes as surprise to you. You can read ' Redemption's Sweet Temptation/ Rebirth insatiable CEO hubby ' for a better understanding.

The older Lyra looked at the resurrected worlds. He's the key to bringing back everyone who ever died. Aiden's eyes opened. And billions of voices suddenly whispered through the darkness: We want our lives back. End of Chapter 117

The mirror swung forward silently, revealing a small, reinforced steel safe recessed directly into the stone wall behind it. My fingers didn't hesitate. I entered a twelve digit biometric sequence, touching my thumb against the scanner. The heavy lock disengaged. Inside sat a single item: a flat, black satellite terminal with an encrypted glass interface the physical key to the Kael Banking Syndicate. I lifted the device out of the dark. For three long years, this tiny piece of hardware had remained dark, buried behind the facade of Banjo Vance’s obedient, humiliated contract wife. I pressed the power icon.

It was new and different and stood apart from the endless echoes of lilith. Intrigued, I read, and it said: Born of shadows, the child was torn. A breath denied, her soul reborn. Blessings of old, now turned to ash, A cursed resurrection, a haunting's flash. I shuddered in fear, I had no idea why this part of the book terrified me. My heart raced as I pieced the cryptic lines together and all I knew was that it talked about a supernatural child brought back to life, only to lose the very blessings she was granted.

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A total wipe. But before his fingers could reach the holographic interface— **Everything stopped.** The screens flickered. The lights dimmed. A ripple of code ran down the center of his throne room’s main display. Then……… A single word flashed across the main monitor. Bold. Crimson. Alive. **RESURRECT.** Luca froze. The word flashed again. **”RESURRECT”** And again….. **RESURRECT.** Panic rippled through the chamber.

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting. "Lies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away at what is good and leave only destruction behind". "This sounds like something an Arrowverse or Marvel character would say", I laugh at Rachel. "Cassandra Clare", Rachel calls out. "Don't know her." "She's one of my favorite authors. She wrote The Mortal Instruments." "Never thought of that either", I shrug. "Where are you with your speech?" "Literally nowhere." "Do you want to go grocery shopping? Your fridge is empty and I'm having this weird craving for gummy worms", I suggest, not wanting to spend a second longer watching Rachel write her speech.