Resurrection: A Novel Novels & Stories

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

"Not as a 'Reset.' Not as an 'Undo.' Write it as a Collaboration." ​The Author’s hands began to move. But he wasn't typing "The End." He was typing: "CHAPTER 129: THE PERMANENT RESIDUE." ​The Return of the Residue ​The white pixel on the Respiration exploded into a pillar of golden light. ​Kael was thrown back into the ship. He didn't come back as a "Primary Lead," and he didn't come back as a "Grey-Scale Ghost." He came back as something entirely new: The Residue.

"Memory is the key. Resurrection is possible, not through DNA alone, but through the precise mapping of the hormonal and emotional experiences tied to identity. The Lazarus Equation solves death—not by avoiding it, but by erasing the boundary between trauma and origin." Footage of girls. Dozens. Hooked to machines. Repeating phrases. Identical gestures. Dressed like Savannah. Like Magnolia. Their mouths moved in sync: “He will come. He will protect us. We are safe.” Savannah covered her mouth. She fast-forwarded. Magnolia. Crying. Then smiling. “Tell Savannah…” Her voice cracked. “Tell her I lied.” Static. “Tell her the secret to living is never telling the truth.”

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.

"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

My heart began to pound in my chest, with shaky hand I reached out again, immediately I brushed my fingertips against the cold metal surface, I recoiled instinctively as if burnt, shivers shot down my spine as I glanced around nervously, my breath coming in sharp and ragged intakes. Where the hell was I?! I mean I know I’m in my room but why the hell am I in my room?! I fucking died! Is this my after life?! Why can I still feel my body without any scratch or pain, what the -, the loud blaring of my phone intercepts my thoughts, my heart hadn’t stop racing a bit, infact it’s rate increased with every passing second, with shaky hands I slowly reached for my phone, “ NOVAN” was written boldly o

"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.