Resurrection: A Novel Novels & Stories

Catherine asked, not understanding what I meant. "How am I supposed to resurrect him?" I continued. Catherine stood before me, her intense gaze fixated on me. She had a serious look on her beautiful face. "Lyra," she said, her voice steady and unwavering, "we need a rare stone called The Resurrection Stone. Only you can use it to raise our master." As she spoke, she flicked her hand in a swift gesture, signaling Ferdinand to fetch a book. He nodded, leaving the room and soon returning with a hefty tome, which he carefully placed in my hands at Catherine's behest.

It resonated in my bones, in my soul, in the very air around me. I spun, but the morgue was empty. No one there. Just me and rows of metal drawers holding the dead. "Who are you?" I whispered. "I am the price of resurrection. I am the debt that must be paid. I am ancient and patient and very, very interested in you, Maya Rodriguez." My blood ran cold. This wasn't Nathan's serum. This wasn't medical science bringing me back. This was something else entirely. Something that had been waiting in that gray void for me to accept its offer.

“You don’t know me because they scrubbed me before activation.” “But I know you. I remember your voice, Eden Vale.” Eden froze. The voice was androgynous, distorted but not mechanical. Alive. Measured. “You said once: ‘If I’m still here, then so are you.’” “I held onto that.” The screen glitched. Then bloomed into Council archive code live-streaming straight into public node logs. Cassian stepped back. “They’re rewriting their own records.” Nova’s hands flew across the console. “He’s not hacking them. He’s recalling them. Using the Resurrection Line like a truth key.”

We took in the scene in front of us and I couldn’t wait to see what Adara looked like. “Are you nervous?” James asked. “Why would I be nervous?” I asked in reply. “Because even if I have no powers, I know your blood is boiling for her. I also happen to know what happens on Resurrection night,” James said with a grin and I punched him on his shoulder. He rubbed it in pretend pain and I chuckled. Shoran had gotten pregnant on her resurrection night so I knew exactly what happened. I was nervous, but I wasn’t going to tell James that. I was nervous for another reason, nervous that we wouldn’t imprint and that everyone had been wrong this entire time.

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.”

After the SAT results come out, the girl everyone knows as the school's scholarship case throws a lavish graduation party. That same night, I get a text alert saying my credit card has been maxed out. I go to confront her, but she's already in my boyfriend's arms, sobbing like she's the victim. "Just because I'm on financial aid, I'm not allowed to throw a party?" My boyfriend rushes to comfort her and turns on me instead. "Your family's loaded anyway. Spending a little on Lacey isn't going to kill you." Sure, my family has money, but I'm not a saint, and I don't see why I should be footing her bills. I refuse to back down. I call the police to make her pay me back, but my boyfriend re

Resurrection The letter burned in Camille’s hand long after she’d read it. She sat frozen on the edge of the couch, the city’s glow spilling through the window like cold fire. Outside, life carried on—cars honked, laughter rose from the street below, sirens wailed in the distance. But inside, her world had gone silent. You really thought it would be that easy? The words echoed like a cruel joke. Like a promise.

"She had been your father's chosen mate before he found his fated one in Bo. You weren't supposed to survive that poisoned pregnancy. Adele's twisted goal was to kill you both through that slow toxin. But when you miraculously survived...and her own child came into this world stillborn...she switched you at birth. Of course, Abigail came to quickly realized the foul play when she couldn't fix back her daughter, and she wanted revenge. She could have easily killed Adele, but that wasn't enough. Her idea of revenge was letting Adele destroy her own child." "Eva was a stillborn. She was born dead. How is she even here? How is she alive?" "I am certain even you have heard about Abigail De'Cresce

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

Slowly I sat up feeling like a complete different person it was then that I noticed I'd been laying on top of a stone coffin. He put on top of someone grave? Strength moved through me, settling into my muscles and my bones. Lifting my hands, I notice no changes in them save for the fact that my skin has taken on a dewy sort of glow that's and my arms were exposed. Glancing down I was surprised to find that I was not wearing the white dress I was executed in.