Resurrection () Novels & Stories

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.

“Do you even know what you’re asking?” “I do,” I whispered. She stood up slowly, walking closer, her bare feet silent on the stone floor. “And if I tell you it’s possible?” “Then I’ll do whatever it takes.” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re sure about that?” “Yes,” I said, louder this time. “I’m sure.” The woman’s tone dropped low, like thunder rumbling beneath the surface. “Resurrection is not something to take lightly. A life for a life. That’s the rule.”

“But what the hell was that?” I glanced at the large rodent and shrugged, “It’s a Ratjaw." "A what?" He gasped, "A Ratjaw," I repeated, and began to take multiple steps towards the carcass. "They are going to be pretty common once the apocalypse starts." Harris stared at it. “That thing is going to be common?" he gasped, still clearly shocked, “How are ordinary people even going to survive that? And please don’t tell me tigers and lions are going to be mutate too.”

Then the contract expires, and I can burn this cage to the ground. Suddenly, the black glass screen on the terminal flickered. A red alert banner slashed across the blue interface, pulsing with a silent rhythm. [INTRUSION DETECTED: UNFAIR ACCESS ATTEMPT] [LOCATION: VANCE ENTERPRISES CENTRAL SERVER - ZURICH] [USER: EXECUTIVE LEVEL CLEARANCE] My breath stopped. Someone inside Vance Enterprises was currently trying to bypass the Kael Syndicate's freeze order using a stolen master key code, a code that only two people in the world possessed.

Echoes of Resurrection The silence in Black Hollow felt heavier than usual. John stood at the edge of the ruined altar, his shirt torn, blood soaking through the fabric. Sarah’s grip on his hand tightened as the moon flickered behind heavy clouds, casting ghostlike shadows across the valley. They had made it through another night but something had changed. The air was colder. Behind them, the priestess’s final words still echoed: “He was never dead. Only sealed.” John turned to face her tomb, where her spirit had faded moments ago, leaving nothing but ash and a faint pulse in the ground.

“Is that what’s causing my hands to be all tingly.” His great-uncle nodded. “So, are we close?” “Are we almost there.” “Yes, a bit more and you will be back. However, know this, you will be back but in a dead body.” Crown Prince gasped. “I’m sorry, this is how the resurrection works.” “So, I will be dead, but alive?” His great-uncle looked at him and asked, “Yes. Are you okay with that?” Crown Prince nodded. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

One of these precious herbs was a flower called the Revival Grass. Revival Grass was an unassuming plant with the ability to wake anyone up. It didn’t matter if the person was asleep, in a coma or had literally just died, the Revival Grass was able to wake them all up! Of course its effects differed depending on the condition of a person. If a person was asleep, using a Revival Grass was a huge waste since that person could just be slapped awake. If the person was in a coma, using the Revival Grass would wake him or her up without any problems. And it didn’t matter how long the person had been stuck in the coma. As long as one used a Revival Grass, that person would wake up. Now to the dead.

The system responded instantly a soft hum, a pulse of light. A voice, faint and synthetic, echoed through hidden speakers: “Welcome, Elena Vaughn.” I stumbled back. “No… no, that’s impossible.” The voice continued, calm and eerie: >“Authorization confirmed. Sequence incomplete. Awaiting command.” Tears blurred my vision. “What are you?” But part of me already knew. Project Rebirth. Not a machine. A resurrection. A system designed to preserve and restore human consciousness. And somehow, it recognized me. My knees nearly gave out. My death my second chance it wasn’t divine fate. It wasn’t luck.

she lengthily narrated to me. So that’s how a resurrection spell works. A life for a life. You need life as sacrifice to bring back dead to life again. Raise the dead and you will never know what you raise. These are the words I remember when I accidentally read the book that was in Mother Arianna’s room back then.

I ask dazedly as I rock in place and quote words that I’ve heard The Creator say. “So will it be with the resurrection of the dead? The body that is sown is perishable; it is raised imperishable; it is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness; it is raised in power, and it is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body.”