Resurrected Mc Novels & Stories

“Do you think we’ll imprint?” Malachi’s smile widened. “You already feel more for her than you did a month ago. I know you think it feels improbable that you will imprint, but I’ll be very surprised if you two don’t imprint. It’s going to be powerful, for both of you and it will change how you see life, how you see yourself and how you see her.” Malachi drove away from the den toward the town and I sat quietly beside him. “Where are we going?” “Resurrection Bay,” he answered me.

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

Resurrecting a dead person also meant it was a new start for that person. Cohen’s mating bond was reconstructing because his mate was back from the dead. Usually, the mating bond would weaken if someone lost their mate to give the surviving mate another chance of having a second mate. The bond would break completely if the surviving mate had marked his second mate. But, Cohen hadn’t had a second mate so his mating bond with Mira was reconstructing again. That was why he was in pain every time. The unnamed tombstone happened because the person was back from the dead. It was an insult to have their name written on a tombstone after they were resurrected. But that wasn’t just the explanation.

It resonated in my bones, in my soul, in the very air around me. I spun, but the morgue was empty. No one there. Just me and rows of metal drawers holding the dead. "Who are you?" I whispered. "I am the price of resurrection. I am the debt that must be paid. I am ancient and patient and very, very interested in you, Maya Rodriguez." My blood ran cold. This wasn't Nathan's serum. This wasn't medical science bringing me back. This was something else entirely. Something that had been waiting in that gray void for me to accept its offer.

My lip curls with horror. He set Mathias and me up. Somehow he and Marael conspired against us. It makes no sense considering that we thought Marael was dead. How is this possible? “You resurrected Marael?” I take a guess. The gleeful smile on his face is answer enough for me. “Oh, no, my sweet little daughter. I didn’t just resurrect Marael. Marael has been alive much longer than that. You see, Marael and I knew each other “intimately” before she met Mathias…” Lukan says, making air quotes.

Just moments ago, during the repeated resurrection process, two points on Maverick's face on the frontal temple collapsed first. It meant that they were the points that would activate the immortality technique in humans. However, relying solely on these two points was insufficient for full activation. So, he found some more points. Those points added up to 13! Then he remembered the Geronimo Thirteen Needles, which was said in ancient times to be capable of resurrecting the dead with the 13th needle.

My breath hitched. That voice. Alexander. The camera shifted, revealing him seated in a dimly lit room, his face shadowed, but unmistakable. “You’ll have questions. You deserve them. But first you have to survive long enough to hear the answers. Rebirth was never just a project. It was a contingency. A way to cheat death. And we weren’t supposed to be part of it.” Static again. Kara lowered her voice. “That’s all we could recover. The rest was corrupted.”

You're right about one thing," I said, my perception diving deeper into the weapon network. "Your artificial resurrection process is fundamentally different from natural resurrection. Different cellular markers, different consciousness signatures, completely different quantum frequencies." "Obviously," Richard replied. "That's what makes my operatives immune to the bioweapon while eliminating all naturally resurrected individuals." "Except you're assuming the difference is binary," I continued, feeling my way through the weapon's targeting parameters. "That consciousness either carries natural resurrection markers or it doesn't. But what if there's a third category?" Richard's expression shi

"What do you mean by that? Listen here, Marc said he'll marry me as soon as you die!" "I don't care whether he marries you or not. Tell me, who sent you?" Mirabelle blinked. Then, she hurriedly covered her mouth. "I'd rather die than tell you!" Very well. If she wouldn't talk, I had plenty of ways to get her to talk. I went back to caring for my skin, hitting the gym, and living the way I used to. The difference was that I stopped aging and gradually returned to my former appearance. Meanwhile, when Mirabelle was livestreaming, dark blotches suddenly appeared on her face. Right in front of the camera, crow's feet and smile lines etched themselves across her skin.

"Did you think you could stop me? Is sealing a third of my power enough?" Aurora stepped forward. Silver light blazed around her hands. "You should have stayed dead." Malachar laughed. The sound was terrible. "My remnants found what they needed. Three souls offered willingly by my followers. Not the souls I wanted, but enough to resurrect me." He raised his hands. Dark energy exploded outward. "And now I'm stronger than I've ever been." The energy hit like a physical wave. Buildings shook. Trees bent. Wolves were thrown to the ground.