Resurrection: A Novel Novels & Stories

She grabbed the handle of her closet door and pulled it open, revealing the trapdoor hidden beneath the piles of clothes. Her breath caught in her throat as she descended the creaky wooden ladder into darkness. The musty smell of damp earth filled her nostrils as she landed softly on the ground below. With a sense of urgency, she pushed the trapdoor closed above her, blocking out the dim light from her apartment. In the darkness, Sarah felt her way forward, her fingers brushing against rough stone walls as she navigated the narrow passage. Every sound seemed magnified in the silence, echoing off the walls and sending shivers down her spine.

The room buzzed with a newfound sense of hope and possibility. The weight of grief that had hung over them began to lift, replaced by the promise of a brighter future. And so, as the sun began to set and the room was bathed in the warm glow of the evening, Abigail's journey took an unexpected turn. She had transformed from a grieving widow to a woman who held the keys to a vast fortune and a legacy of success. The road ahead was uncertain, but with the support of her family and friends, she was ready to embrace whatever came her way.

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.

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.

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.”

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.

“I have read this novel before, and until the end of the story, mentions of a red witch never came, even in passing. The fact that the name ‘red witch’ existing in directory of this book itself signify change within the plotline of the story. Much like how your resurrection strays away from the original plot.” I can feel my gaze waver. I mean, the question of whether me being alive would affect the story did linger in my mind. But no one in their right mind would be willing to die just because they know its their fate in this book. I did willingly give up my life for someone, but dying is not what I wanted. “So, what should I do?” I muttered. Noel became silent after my question. That gained

When we entered the elevator, I was about to ask which floor we were going to when the bodyguard slammed a stun baton against my head, and I watched as he pressed the button for B3. When I finally realized something was off, it was too late. Felix had specially built B3 to torment people. Before I could figure out why he was bringing me to B3, I had already lost consciousness. When I regained consciousness, I was already tied to an electric chair. The person I first saw after opening my eyes was Nancy. She stood behind Felix with an ingratiating smile, pointing at me as she accused, "It was Spencer who worked with the thieves to steal the 200 billion dollars belonging to you! Those criminals

But because screaming took energy I didn't have, and because somewhere deep inside, something was changing. My mother's blood, maybe. Or something older than that. Something that refused to die. The thirteenth lash. The fourteenth. The fifteenth. And then, suddenly, it stopped. I hung from the chains, barely conscious, my back a ruin of torn flesh and flowing blood. I couldn't feel my body anymore. I couldn't feel anything except the deep, cold emptiness where my wolf should have been. But I was still breathing. I was still alive. Through the roaring in my ears, I heard voices.