Resurrection: A Novel Novels & Stories

I was overwhelmed by countless questions. Not only did my parents not help me out, but they pulled Lily behind them to protect her from the journalists. "Laura, you can ask for jewelry, cars, or anything else. But Lily is our daughter, you can't just ask us to kick her out of the house just because you saved our lives!" After hearing my parents' warning, tears welled up in my eyes. Lily Jackson was only their adopted daughter; I, Laura Jackson, was their biological daughter. We were switched at birth.

“I saw the fortress not just crack, but… dissolve. It was the most terrifying thing I’d ever witnessed. Because it wasn’t anger. It was… devastation. The core was gone.” He looked down at his own massive hands, clenched on the back of the chair. “And then he went after her. Against all advice. Against all logic. He walked into a firefight for a woman the evidence said had betrayed him.” Leon’s voice dropped, becoming gravelly with emotion. “That’s when I understood. It wasn’t a fortress. It was a tomb. And she… she was the resurrection.” A choked sob escaped from somewhere in the room. Anton’s own throat was a knot of painful gratitude.

I was the one who dragged Caleb back to the shore, after which I forcefully draped more clothes on him. His gaze was wary, and his voice was hoarse as he asked, "Why did you save me?" "Because I can see the future," I had said simply. "I know that you're going to become a force to be reckoned with in the future—the type of person who can turn the entire world upside down." I hadn't been lying. Caleb was a major antagonist in the book. As long as he managed to overcome the toughest period of his life, he would become even more powerful than the main character.

Every night after Lucien was asleep, I was in the library, poring over ancient books and medical journals and anything else I could find about curses or resurrections or ways to break bloodline afflictions. But I found nothing. Absolutely nothing. The restricted section yielded a few more promising titles—I found a few texts on rare illnesses, one on unnatural death circumstances, and there was even one manuscript about a woman who claimed to have died and come back. However, when I read more about it, I found that it was nothing like my situation. The woman had only been clinically dead for a few minutes before being revived, not reborn into an entirely new body days later.

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

REBORNED Episode five Nona POV: The moment dove was brought into the room; she was almost pale, unconscious. I feared something might have happened to her. The fear wasn’t the kind of fear when you see something you don’t like but it was like the feeling of losing something so dear to you.

Reborn Before the End Blurb Blurb She died once. She will not die again. Elara Vance died in the flames of an apocalypse that consumed the world, betrayed by the man she loved, abandoned to burn while he saved another woman and their child. Her final moments were filled with nothing but regret and hatred. Then she woke up. Three months before the end of everything, Elara is the only person on Earth who remembers what is coming. The collapsing sky. The mutated creatures. The mysterious energy that will destroy civilization as she knows it. Now she has a choice: waste her second chance on the man who destroyed her, or use it to prepare for the war ahead.

They chose to run—not out of weakness, but because survival itself had become their greatest act of resistance. In Isha's lap, little Pari was already fast asleep, her head resting peacefully against her mother's chest, oblivious to the terror surrounding her family. Gazing down at her daughter, an indescribable sense of relief washed over Isha. Simply knowing her child was safe felt like a blessing. Gently adjusting Pari's blanket,Nostalgia began to wash over her as she thought about the life slipping away in this quiet corner of the city

Face to face with the girl who looked like her, but never was her. “I already died once,” Lydia whispered. “The night they locked me in that room, the night they said it was therapy. The night my pleasure was turned into science.” She looked at Echo, then at Maxim. “Now I’m alive. And you’re all about to feel what resurrection really looks like.” Maxim moved first. Wrong move. Lydia was faster. She grabbed the emergency lever on the wall and yanked hard. The lights shorted out. Alarms wailed. Doors slid half-closed—locking, not locking—just long enough to choose.

“An angel who will bring justice and exact vengeance on Victoria.” The weight of those words hung in the air like a storm about to break, charged with power and finality. Jessa could feel the force behind them, the heavy truth of what the Queen was saying. This was no ordinary resurrection. Clarissa would not simply return to the world as she had been. She would be transformed, remade into something greater, something capable of carrying out a task that no mortal being could ever hope to accomplish. Jessa’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly as she tried to process the revelation. Her brow furrowed in protest, her lips parting as though to speak, to argue against the Queen’s words.