Resurrection: A Novel Novels & Stories

Michelle was already drifting off, her head lolling against the bedframe. I felt safe. Truly safe. And that was the mistake. Because the moment I closed my eyes, the safety evaporated. The white hospital walls melted away into grey, weeping stone. The smell of antiseptic turned into the stench of stagnant water and copper. I wasn't Rose Hawthorne, the rescued heiress. I was the girl in the basement again. But it was different. I felt a heavy, dull weight in my stomach. I looked down and saw my protruding belly, the child that had died with me in the first life.

The evening breeze was gentle, carrying the fresh scent of early summer plants growing. In the courtyard below, children laughed and ran around. Elderly residents strolled leisurely. Life flowed on in its most ordinary and solid form. I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with fresh air. The three months after Arya's death, which had been full of her family's scheming, were like a long, oppressive nightmare. Thankfully, I had woken up. Wounds would scab over, pain would fade, and the lessons I learned would stay with me, making me stronger and wiser going forward. Night fell, and the city lights came on. I went back inside and turned on the lights. Warm illumination instantly filled the ent

“A horn blow?!” “Which means?” He turned and moved to the door quickly. “I means there’s an emergency. Stay here…” Cassien didn’t give me a chance to speak before he turned and dashed out. I stared at the space he was for a while, before I turned to face the book. IMPORTANT FINAL WARNING Resurrection of EREVOS does not fully depend on the death of the seal. If a blood moon— I was reading when the lights in the room went off. What the hell?!

Skin broke out in strange rashes that turned into open burns. Plants twisted. Animals died or mutated. Bodies swept into floods started rising again, wrong and hungry, and that was only the beginning of the zombies. Vera and her brother survived, and for a short while, she had almost been grateful because his attention shifted from her to food, shelter, and finding a way out. Survival gave her a little space from him. Then his powers awakened, and everything changed again.

This face, this body, was a choice—a desperate, last-ditch effort to claw his way back from the abyss. It was the first bonded who had been the key. The moment he touched him, the dam had broken. Memories flooded back in a torrent: her laugh, the scent of her hair, the feel of her hand in his. He was Roberto. And he had a daughter, Berta. In a surge of desperate joy, he had done the first thing his resurrected heart could think of. He went to his brother. He had found Dante in the old family office, the room still smelling of their father's cigars. "Dante," he had said, his voice raw with emotion. "It's me. It's Roberto."

Familiar. And something inside me shook. “But I feel you pulling me,” I admitted in a whisper. “Like gravity. Like fate. Like something I am supposed to choose again.” He looked like a man drowning in a breath of air. “Then stay with me,” he whispered. “Let me pull you back. Let” Lucien cut him off sharply. “Do not push her. You have no idea what she is now.” Elias stepped forward carefully. “Rory… listen to me. Resurrection through revenant rites is not normal. You may be”

"My younger sister died of cancer when she was eight. I've lived with that loss my entire adult life, knowing I'd never see them again, never get to tell them things I should have said." "They offered to bring them back," I said, understanding dawning with horrible clarity. "Richard has perfected the resurrection process," Lena confirmed. "Not just artificial enhancement like these soldiers. True resurrection, using Consilience research he's stolen and improved. He can bring people back with their consciousness intact, their memories preserved, their personalities unchanged." "That's impossible," Damian said. "Only The Balance can perform true resurrection. Anything The Consilience creates i

Birds burst from the trees in panic while a violent dark aura spread through the forest like a wave of death itself. It became hard to breathe. The air suddenly felt heavy. Wrong. Justin stepped backward slowly. “The resurrection worked.” My stomach dropped completely. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. A figure slowly emerged from the darkness ahead. Tall. Dressed in black. His presence alone felt monstrous. The closer he came, the colder the air became around us. Then I saw his eyes. Crimson red. Glowing unnaturally beneath the moonlight. They landed directly on me.

When I spat it out, I found two of my teeth lying in my palm. At that moment, I no longer cared about anything else. I hurriedly texted Mirabelle, asking her to come back. … Mirabelle had settled down somewhere and was still live-streaming. The scene of me barging into her room earlier had been broadcast live, and now thousands of viewers were pouring into her stream. "You latecomers just missed it, but the heiress of the Hawthorne family went ballistic over her housekeeper's glow-up." "Are you sure that was Rosetta? She looked nothing like her; she looked more like a middle-aged woman who'd let herself go."

The particular book appears in front of him as HE gladly reads the title out loud. “Death Resurgence.” As the book opens and the series of the current events begin to flash and flood. HE giggles in HIS utmost amusement, as HE presented. “Well, well, well. Shall we learn the ropes of what lies within the Resurgence?” From the book that deliberately flips and presented the gist of the world that it brings, the words are written and said.