Resurrected Book Novels & Stories

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

Betrayal of Eliana, for digging deeper after being told to leave. Betrayal of Ross, for vanishing without trusting his word. Betrayal of Lily, for keeping her in the dark while asking her to light the way to the truth. Emma let out a ragged exhale, pressing her face into the pillow. She had one chance. She would either find a way back into the life she’d been building, or she’d vanish completely under the weight of Liz. She had only this one chance. Sighing and sitting up fully, she made a resolve.

"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

Every pair of eyes in the room swung toward me. I set down my cup and looked up at her. "Oh? What exactly did I do?" Cassie lunged at my desk and planted both hands on it, her eyes wild. "You touched the backend code, didn't you!" "You were jealous that I took the spotlight, jealous that Jason believed in me instead of you!" "So you planted a backdoor in the system and let those bots in on purpose, just to watch me crash and burn!"

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.