Resurrection: A Novel Novels & Stories

He continued, "So we turned the tables by using the life-saving pill to protect your vital organs, letting Corbin put you into a state of false death, which set the stage for a comeback." Koda laughed heartily. "You city folks sure know how to play games. Coming up with such a brilliant scheme. I'm truly impressed." Up on the balcony, Mikayla froze in shock and anger. She finally understood that Koda's so-called resurrection had been Andrew's scheme from the start, and it was downright malicious. Koda faked his death to fool everyone, waited until Lorenzo took out Corbin and Lennox, then popped back up and collected all the benefits.

Her expression wasn’t weighed down by fear or regret. There was a softness to her smile—a beginning blooming on her face. And I knew, without question, this was no longer a story about heartbreak or survival. It was a resurrection. A love reborn from ash. And this time, I would not let go. Not ever again.

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.

Something I’m still willing to give, if it means burying Miley for good. --- Miley's POV When Nico finally left the room to make the calls, I walked to the wardrobe and pulled out the old notebook—the one with my mother’s handwritten sketches. I flipped to the page marked by a small dried violet. The unfinished collection. The one she planned to name Resurrection. She never got to finish it. But I will. And I’ll use it to destroy the very people who stole her life. Nico returned a few minutes later. Something in his expression made my blood run cold and hot at once.

Suddenly, a motorcycle shot out of a nearby alley and headed straight for us. I instinctively pulled Calvin out of harm's way, but it was too late for me to dodge. At that moment, a pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me back. I was pressed flush against a broad chest, and I heard my savior's racing heart. Skyler held me tightly and said soothingly, "You're safe. You're safe, Rory." My knees were weak from the fright, and I was still terrified. For some reason, the scene of Skyler saving me overlapped with my memories of being saved in the past. A thought formed in my mind.

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.

The harder Thalyx struggled, the more heartache I felt. One needed to drain blood from the tip of one’s heart and feed it to a merperson for 999 days if one wanted them to fulfil a wish. He cherished Lyra and did not want her to risk his life for him. In my previous life, I endured the pain of draining blood from my heart for 999 days, thinking I could finally get Thalyx to grant my wish. While I begged him to resurrect my biological mother, who had passed away ten years earlier, Lyra caught a cold and made a fuss for warm chocolate chip cookies.

At the hospital, the doctor assured them the girl would survive but noted she’d be in a coma for a few days. Ross sat by her bed, unable to explain the strange pull he felt toward her. He couldn’t stop staring at her peaceful face. When the girl’s hand suddenly twitched, Ross jumped to his feet. Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto his. “You’re awake,” he breathed, stunned. The girl blinked, her voice hoarse. “Who…?” Ross hesitated before replying. “Don’t ask questions. Just take enough rest. You woke up earlier than expected.”

There was a little bit of sadness, mixed with a little bit of anger and frustration. ‘Why anger?’ 'and why there is also frustration in my heart?’ ’Curse King.. who exactly are you..?’ However, just as she mused the last thought, a name suddenly appeared. As if clearing the fog of confusion in her mind. Hao Xinyue.. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Somewhere in the mountain area of K city… Deep inside a tomb that no one knew, there was a coffin. There was only silence inside that tomb but soon the cover was blasted by a force from the inside.

I could feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment, but I pushed that feeling aside and focused on my task. After a few breaths, I disengaged, gasping for air, and positioned myself to go again. This time, I added a touch of dark magic to the air that I breathed into Rowland's lungs. I could feel the magic flowing from me into him, filling him with the energy he needed to awaken. As I continued my resuscitation efforts, I could see Rowland's body starting to respond. His chest started to rise and fall as he breathed in the air I was giving him, and I could see the color returning to his face.