Resurrection: A Novel Novels & Stories

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.

“Da-da-da~” At that moment, behind him, a corpse that had lain there for six days—cut into six pieces—began to change. Its skin seemed to drink in moisture frantically, shifting from dry, dark brown to full, living flesh. Fresh, tender tissue grew along the severed edges, and soon the scattered limbs began to reconnect and heal. Maybe it was instinct. Victor tilted his head slightly in confusion, just in time to see the shadow lunging at him. “Die!” I threw myself at him with everything I had, locking him in a tight hold. One hand clamped over his mouth and nose as I pushed my ability to its limit.

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

My chest constricted, I was finding it difficult to breathe as I looked at him. "What do you mean by that?" I rasped "Remember the ritual we did on Katherine when she died? We were trying to resurrect her by calling up her soul back into her body. I think we succeeded but in the cruelest of ways, we projected her soul into someone else and the child took the form of Katherine in her mother’s womb. I do not know how that happened but it did and although she is Katherine, she is not because her memories are not with her.” "I still do not understand what you are trying to tell me, Henry. Are you saying she is Katherine but not her because her memories are gone forever?"

" My mind was overwhelmed with all sorts of surging emotions. Snippets from the past started to piece together in my mind, and various thoughts filled my head. My intense emotions urged me to get up as soon as I could. Oblivious to the changes within me, Selena braced herself to continue hurting me. All of a sudden, the doorbell rang, taking her aback. She threw the towel aside and opened the door. A smart-looking man stood on the other side of the door. He lifted his identification and said, "Hello, I am Zachary Jenkins, a private rehabilitation therapist. Ms. Riley Gibson's parents appointed me to care for her."

Katya walked into my yacht then she said, "Don't screw this up mf." I gently smiled at her and nodded. I walked back to the mansion and I can hear my Yacht's engine starting then drifting off. I entered the mansion and I started making some food for Hestia. [Hestia] I just woke up, I opened my eyes, I looked at my surroundings, and holy... Where the fucking fuck am I?!!! I got up, and look at my surrounding, I'm in a huge grey room. Fear started creeping into my whole body as I stood up and walked towards the door.

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.

When Evelyn wasn't looking at him, Irzey looked intently at the side of her face, and once she cast her gaze toward him, Irzey looked more intently into her eyes. Irzey doesn't think twice: "I will resurrect you." Evelyn, not expecting such a bizarre answer to this girlfriend's death glare, was a bit speechless for a moment and couldn't help but say, "Is there such a thing as a method?" "Yes, and it wasn't difficult." Irzey replied in a serious voice. He paused and added, "It's just that after resurrection it has no consciousness of its own and can only obey its master." Evelyn corrected him, "That would just be a puppet, wouldn't it? It's not even me."