Resurrection: A Novel Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

I continued before he could interrupt me, “Six days from now, something will happen – I don’t’ know what exactly – but I do know the effects. It will begin suddenly, people will start getting sick, society will collapse, and the dead will rise.” His expression remained skeptical. “Are you talking about a zombie apocalypse?” he asked, his tone filled with confusion and slight disbelief, I nodded, “Yes, Zombies,” His face went completely blank. I sighed, “I know how it sounds, but that is the truth.” “You're telling me zombies are going to appear in six days?” he stared at me as he asked the question, “Yes.” I nodded, He just kept on staring. So, I took a deep breath and continued.

The soil recovered incrementally. All of it real. All of it his to work with, regardless of whether the novel had predicted it. He stood and walked to the field where soil had turned from grey to brown. It was darker now, more brown than grey, spreading beyond the initial recovery zone as the grid's redistribution continued. A month ago he had been reading a w******l in Seoul, falling asleep with a story about a villain's forgotten son who died in Chapter 3. Now he was that son, reincarnated, operating in a world that resembled the novel but was not identical to it, building something that the novel had never described because the novel had never imagined he would survive long enough to buil

I scrambled for the remote as the woman’s voice droned out behind me. I couldn't stand horror stories and especially not when it's close to nightfall and I was all alone in a dark bedroom in an unfamiliar town. But the woman’s crisp voice kept going. “There’s an ongoing medical trial tagged as ‘Resurrection therapy’. It’s said to use advanced medical methods to bring people back from irreversible conditions. It’s run by an anonymous program claiming to have legal backing and lots of people have been reported missing or found unconscious in strange places after applying” The remote slipped through my fingers to the floor and I screamed as chills ran through me.

Her family abandoning her. Her little brother slipping away. Her death behind bars. And above it all the most horrifying truth: This world was a book. A novel her roommate had introduced to her in her original life. She’d woken in it once confused and helpless. She died inside its script. And now she had been thrown back to the start. Fate had rewound itself. The heavens had opened their eyes. She exhaled, long and shaky. “This time… no one will write my ending for me.”

Just maybe, if I avenged my daughter’s death, I would feel alive once again. I forced myself to walk to the library and took out the book on resurrecting Vampires. Using the translator, I read the whole book. The rituals were explained vividly. The only problem was that I needed three Alexarts to perform the ritual. I had one; the other one was with Wangchuk, who was very powerful. I didn’t even know where the third one was. I wondered if there was a fourth one too. I decided to read through all the books in the library. Clues could be hidden in all of them. I kept reading nonstop for the whole day, but then I fainted.

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.