Resurrection: A Novel Novels & Stories

he whispered between kisses and I giggled and melted into the kiss as people clapped and cheered all around us. I'd found my happiness and nothing was ever going to take it away. THE END ******* EPILOGUE MARGO POV Scarlet had no right to be happy and after weeks of planning, I was finally going to get my revenge, and this time nothing was going to get in my way. Today was her wedding, but instead of a happy occasion, her funeral was going to take place, without a body if I could help it.

To me, it was a reminder that no matter how much you tried to bury the past, it had a way of setting itself alight again. The hospital beneath me buzzed with life. The hum of machinery, the muted voices of doctors switching shifts, the quiet shuffle of patients all sounds I once associated with fear. Tonight, they should have felt like triumph. This hospital was mine now. My monument. My resurrection but instead of pride, unease pressed into me like a stone lodged beneath my ribs.

A married neighbor he’d been having an affair with. That night, before I entered this body, she’d gotten into a fight with her twelve-year-old daughter, Anna. Anna tried to stop her and that turned into a screaming match. While they were struggling with the envelope, Patricia tripped and hit her head on the floor. And that was when I—Patricia Dawson—opened my eyes in her body. A broken humorless laugh slipped past my lips. Before I died, I’d prayed for another chance. I just never imagined this was how God would answer.

Echoes of Resurrection The silence in Black Hollow felt heavier than usual. John stood at the edge of the ruined altar, his shirt torn, blood soaking through the fabric. Sarah’s grip on his hand tightened as the moon flickered behind heavy clouds, casting ghostlike shadows across the valley. They had made it through another night but something had changed. The air was colder. Behind them, the priestess’s final words still echoed: “He was never dead. Only sealed.” John turned to face her tomb, where her spirit had faded moments ago, leaving nothing but ash and a faint pulse in the ground.

Anna reads, "I see a rebirth in your near future. This indicates the beginning of a new chapter in your life. There will be several new changes and adaptations to endure, but they will help in the quest for your inner calling." Her words slice through Sera. Did she tell Anna the question? The tears build behind her eyes and Sera takes a deep breath to prevent them from falling. Poker face, remember. Anna pretends not to notice and continues to flip over another card, sliding it all the way to Sera's right. It sits millimeters from Sera's shaking hand. She reads it aloud as Sera reads it internally.

“It’s a Resurrection Formation.” Emperor Jabari said solemnly. Taken aback, Nova asked, “What’’s that?” Emperor Jabari immediately contacted James, saying, “It’s a Resurrection Formation, James. I finally understand the goal of this whole scheme.”

Bridge Chapter 1: The Beginning Frazier Shawn Alexander Ronan sat quietly as his wheelchair was being pushed towards the lobby of the King Edward VII’s Hospital in an inconspicuous street in Marylebone, London. He’d spent the whole journey from his hospital room to the first floor of the building in silence, avoiding all the stolen glances directly at him mostly by the female population at the present. He knew he looked like Ansel Elgort from The Fault in Our Stars with his dark blonde hair, and all the curious stares mainly proof of wonder as to why someone like him was in the hospital. Someone as healthy. They didn’t know — they couldn’t possibly know, how he’d laid on the surgery table, u

and the heat of its awakening was melting the obsidian halls. The World-Ship did not explode. It "Exhaled." As the Core-Memory reached its "Entropy-Threshold," the "Grand-Harvester" reversed its polarity. Instead of pulling matter in, it began to "Project" the stored energy of ten thousand worlds back into the void. This was the "Resurrection of Novus," a tidal wave of raw, biological information and "Synthesis-Liquid" that washed over the planet and its shattered moon.

"How rude. Who raised her in some backwater place? She's nothing like Giselle…" "Mom, don't mind her. I have something important to tell you," Giselle said, pulling Mom aside. My curiosity piqued, I slipped after them quietly. "Mom, Dad, don't be afraid. Everything I say is true…" After they nodded, she continued, "I've actually been reborn. In just a few days, zombies will appear, and the apocalypse will arrive. Many people will awaken powers, but our family won't be so lucky. Almost none of us will develop abilities."

I kept that thought to myself, fighting back the urge to gag, and managed a timid nod. He leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. I dropped my gaze, a silent shield against the icy fear inside. Outside, the cabin was rocked by a relentless barrage of explosions. Through the chaos, the silhouettes of insurgent tanks emerged like dark specters in the smoke. Everett was a human barricade at the door, his eyes fiercely fixed on the airstrip. However, deep down, I knew the truth: even if Annie showed up, we would not make it out of there.