Resurrection: A Novel Novels & Stories

This is my first book, and I'm really glad that it's complete. I really hope that y'all also support my other stories (Resurgence) who is also available on GoodNovel. Resurgence is the book 2 from the Color Series. And ILLICIT is the book one. Once again thank you for reading and supporting Skye and Adeline's love story. Now let's go to Resurgence, and see if Hestia and Hecate's will rekindle their old flame. Once again I'm very thankful for all of you, who supported, believe in Skye and Adeline's love story. Thank you, and I love all of you. I almost forgot, i posted Skye and Adeline's gown inspired on my F******k, along with Skye's engagement ring and their home.

"We were struck with dark magic, and then a witch used that fact to control you... That led you to your death." I rubbed my chest at a flash of pain. Weird. My body had no marks from fresh or old injuries, but I was convinced that something had stabbed my heart. Moreover, I was certain that it was the exact moment I died. Now I discovered that a phantom pain was a real bitch. Once I learned something about my death, I decided that I should find out more about my resurrection. "How did I come back to life?" Nova locked her emerald eyes on me and slowly opened her trembling lips. "I... summoned the Moon Goddess... and said that you died unjustly."

"They're not exactly the same. They're changed. Marked. They carry death with them. They're alive but also not. Walking between. Forever caught. You need to be okay with that." "What does that mean?" I demand. "What kind of changes?" "I don't know." My mother looks scared. "Every resurrection is different. Every return unique. But none of them come back completely whole. They're all missing something. Or carrying something extra. Or transformed in ways you can't predict." Luna hesitates. "Should I still do it?" I look at the space where Zephyr died. Where Erebus sacrificed himself. At the mates I lost. The loves I need back.

"Security, please escort this person out. If someone lets a visitor like this through again, don't bother coming in." Two guards stepped in and peeled Cassie off the floor, steering her firmly toward the door. "Erin! I hope you rot in hell! You let this happen! You watched and did nothing!" Her voice echoed through the hallway, getting smaller and smaller until it was gone. I turned and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Below me, the city moved and hummed, all traffic and light and people with somewhere to be. The afternoon sun came in without apology, burning off the last shadow that previous life had left behind.

Not just some girl I’d claimed because she was pretty and easy to do away with later. She was becoming something else. A being, reborn not from love of mercy —but from trauma. Every death shared a layer; every resurrection sharpened her essence. And now she was on her third life. “What? I'm fucked."

I screamed. The mercury didn't kill him. It integrated him. For a terrifying moment, Nevan was no longer a man; he was a bridge of flesh and blood, his "Quiet" soul acting as a poison to the Awakener’s logic. He was the "Error" in the Master Key. The spire began to vibrate violently, the white light turning a bruised, agonizing violet. The "Red Resurrection" was being choked by the stubbornness of a man who refused to be a part of the design.

The healer glanced up, her brow furrowed. “An old book,” Lucas said, holding it out. It looked ancient, bound in cracked leather, its pages yellowed and brittle. “It mentioned a resurrection potion. An… ancient formula that’s meant to revive a dead person.” Resurrection? But Elena wasn’t dead. The thought of it made my stomach churn. My breath hitched. “Is it…can it work?”

“I know but I also know I’m not wrong.” She explained that Cohen’s mating bond was reconstructing in his mind, the white roses appeared on Mira’s grave and the unnamed tombstone. When someone was resurrected from the dead, white roses was the first sign of such an event because white roses were the sign of a new start. Resurrecting a dead person also meant it was a new start for that person.

Xander didn’t say anything. But it was Granny whose word made the entire room silent. She exclaimed in her motherly tone, “At last, the time has come. The pureblood is going to resurrect on the throne, to rule not only the werewolf but also the entire Underworld. All the disharmony among the creatures of the Underworld will ultimately disappear. I have to say the process of Xander’s resurrection on the throne is going to be enigmatic and magical.” Francesco and Luciano exclaimed almost together, “ Are you trying to say the same thing we are assuming? Are you trying to say that The Prophecy of Moon Goddess has come true?” Granny nodded her head and replied calmly looking at me, “Yes, I think

Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting. "Lies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away at what is good and leave only destruction behind". "This sounds like something an Arrowverse or Marvel character would say", I laugh at Rachel. "Cassandra Clare", Rachel calls out. "Don't know her." "She's one of my favorite authors. She wrote The Mortal Instruments." "Never thought of that either", I shrug. "Where are you with your speech?" "Literally nowhere." "Do you want to go grocery shopping? Your fridge is empty and I'm having this weird craving for gummy worms", I suggest, not wanting to spend a second longer watching Rachel write her speech.