Resurrection: A Novel Novels & Stories

It looked like it had been ransacked in a hurry. “Doesn’t look like anyone’s home,” Justin muttered, though he kept his voice low. Luke moved toward a desk, sifting through the papers. His heart sank as he read the words scrawled across one of the documents: “Project Resurrection.” “What is it?” Mira asked, stepping beside him. “Proof,” Luke said grimly. “This wasn’t an accident. Someone did this on purpose.”

The site had once served as a military water reserve, storing liquid silver bombs during the civil war, but it had long been abandoned. The seal had cracked open, revealing a woman's body. Rotting flesh was tangled in foul sludge, and the stench of decay was overwhelming. The police flooded the scene. Behind them came Dad, the werewolves' top officer, and my brother, the medical examiner. They assumed this was just another rogue attack. It never crossed their minds that the body might belong to their own daughter or sister. Floating above my lifeless body, I watched as my brother, Jacob Rosen, crouched down. He deftly shifted my shattered finger bones, pried open my jaw, and examined the str

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

Dante had let me take it from the library. Opening it, the words appeared again as if they had been there all along: “The resurrection of your powers is coming. I hope you are prepared for it, Moonbound.” The words scribbled and vanished as soon as I finished reading them, as though they didn’t want anyone else to be able to read that part except me. Resurrection of my powers? I didn’t even know what powers I had to begin with. A few minutes later, I felt a strange sensation ghosting over my skin—soft at first, then sharper, as though the air itself had teeth. It crawled down my spine and settled low in my belly, a quiet ache that pulsed in time with the moon outside the window.

It’s so nice to have you here again. Hope you are in good health? So how did you see my resurrection? Wasn’t what you were expecting right? Yeah me too. I was expecting a lot of lightening and thunder but He gave me a weak ass resurrection. Not even a welcome back party. Anyways let’s get on with this, shall we? THERE ARE NO SECOND CHANCES IN LIFE EXCEPT TO FEEL REMORSE ->CARLOS RUIZ ZAFN

In her eyes, I could see… a more powerful vampire, not this woman in front of me. “Since I find you quite interesting, I will not kill you right now. But in the coming days, I want you to see the resurrection of the race you've turned your back against!" @DEATH WISH Thank you so much... @Kimberly (Alpha King Checkmate) for dropping comments! PLEASE HAVE A POSITIVE REVIEW! Thank you for supporting my Novel! Also follow me at facebookPage: International_Pen Books You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update)

General Markus’ body trembled from the excitement as soon as he felt the existence of his mate’s soul that is slowly solidifying and his wolf howled joyfully in his sea of consciousness at feeling Priestess Eva’s approaching wolf from the astral plane. The resurrection was complete, and Asha breathed in a sigh of relief as her strength left her body, causing her to almost slump down on the ground if not for Samel’s quick hands in supporting her. Soran also slumped to the side at seeing the obvious life signs of Priestess Eva. He was the one who carried the bodies of his clansmen to this square, and he had imprinted each and every one of their faces in his mind. Soran never really imagined th

"Resurrection of Melissa." Sarah froze. Resurrection? Like how they did when they killed Artemis? Melissa. The name left a bitter memory on her. The woman who took away everything from her, her children. Her heart squeezed with unsaid pain, the memory brought horrific thoughts, the past seemed to be repeating itself, she realized. "Her resurrection is dangerous. How would we know she can be trusted?" Nicholas quipped his thoughts. The woman exhaled before standing. "We won't know unless we try."

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.