Resurrection: A Novel Novels & Stories

“I have read this novel before, and until the end of the story, mentions of a red witch never came, even in passing. The fact that the name ‘red witch’ existing in directory of this book itself signify change within the plotline of the story. Much like how your resurrection strays away from the original plot.” I can feel my gaze waver. I mean, the question of whether me being alive would affect the story did linger in my mind. But no one in their right mind would be willing to die just because they know its their fate in this book. I did willingly give up my life for someone, but dying is not what I wanted. “So, what should I do?” I muttered. Noel became silent after my question. That gained

When we entered the elevator, I was about to ask which floor we were going to when the bodyguard slammed a stun baton against my head, and I watched as he pressed the button for B3. When I finally realized something was off, it was too late. Felix had specially built B3 to torment people. Before I could figure out why he was bringing me to B3, I had already lost consciousness. When I regained consciousness, I was already tied to an electric chair. The person I first saw after opening my eyes was Nancy. She stood behind Felix with an ingratiating smile, pointing at me as she accused, "It was Spencer who worked with the thieves to steal the 200 billion dollars belonging to you! Those criminals

Asher's disbelief echoed through our connection, but he promised to join me as soon as possible. When I arrived at the morgue, I was met with a scene that seemed too surreal to be true: Malachi standing beside Kaida, his eyes fixed intently on her, as if searching for something. Luke and the mortuary staff were equally awestruck, their whispers and murmurs filling the air. One of the ladies compared Kaida's resurrection to that of Lazarus, who had been dead for three days and was brought back to life by the Creator's will. The analogy seemed apt, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

But because screaming took energy I didn't have, and because somewhere deep inside, something was changing. My mother's blood, maybe. Or something older than that. Something that refused to die. The thirteenth lash. The fourteenth. The fifteenth. And then, suddenly, it stopped. I hung from the chains, barely conscious, my back a ruin of torn flesh and flowing blood. I couldn't feel my body anymore. I couldn't feel anything except the deep, cold emptiness where my wolf should have been. But I was still breathing. I was still alive. Through the roaring in my ears, I heard voices.

Before she could think further, darkness swallowed her whole. A deafening roar filled Liesa’s ears. Her body burned and froze at the same time, the sensations tearing through her. She thrashed weakly, desperate, like someone drowning. When her hand found someone, she grabbed on instinct. Her fingers tightened with all the strength she could muster. No matter what, she refused to let go. When Liesa woke up, the first thing she saw was a white ceiling. Then came the familiar decor. She blinked slowly, confusion pulling at her. They were back at the estate.

MAEVE I woke up the next morning without a hangover, feeling lighter than I've felt in years. My rebirth was a reality...I was still here, I was still living in this second chance. And I woke up without dread sitting on my chest. No mental inventory of everything Alexander needed before I had even brushed my teeth. Just the morning light coming through the yellow curtains, the quiet of the house, and the small uncomplicated fact that I had somewhere to be that had absolutely nothing to do with 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

Yet beneath it all runs a current of quiet determination, a shared resolve to navigate whatever comes next, not alone as they once might have, but together. Resurrection, Lucas reflects, is not a moment but a process—painful, gradual, and ultimately transformative. As he looks at Flora and Serena, he feels its first tentative stirrings within his wounded body and soul—the slow, arduous return to life after darkness, after loss, after what should have been the end. The journey has only just begun.

she lengthily narrated to me. So that’s how a resurrection spell works. A life for a life. You need life as sacrifice to bring back dead to life again. Raise the dead and you will never know what you raise. These are the words I remember when I accidentally read the book that was in Mother Arianna’s room back then.