Resurrection () Novels & Stories

"I tried telling myself it was all in my head, questioning the impossibility. But my heart believed my eyes, and I trusted my heart. In my search for the truth, I found Mason. He's... alive." Silence engulfed the room, a heavy pause pregnant with the enormity of the revelation. Pete and Blaire sat in disbelief, trying to process the resurrection of hope they had long buried. The air was charged with a mixture of shock, confusion, and an undercurrent of emotion that threatened to overwhelm them.

I muttered to myself. For those who don't know, VH14 is the result of research conducted by an American doctor named Victor Graham. His aim was to find a cure for a deadly virus that was claiming countless lives. However, during the process of creating the antidote, they accidentally stumbled upon something even more powerful - something that could create an army of humans. With a single shot of VH14, the victim loses all sense of reasoning and becomes entirely submissive to the first person who speaks to them. The person will only recognize the first voice that speaks to them, making them incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands.

The other witch was purposely peeing on dead mortals and resurrecting them without blood to be her army. When they fought, both mother and father suffered equal and sufficient damage to die. But a witch is a witch. I guess it had always been their nature to be smart, always adaptive and using wit. Mother made sure that I shall be born alive, even if she’s not. She casted la resurrezione – a spell to resurrect a dead body – in this case, she casted it upon me. This spell, however, requires more than two sacrifices. My mother, in the last minute of her life, sacrificed hers, the witch’s, and father’s life.

A sound of 'omph' released her mouth when suddenly a warm body attacked her. "Rose," Dante breathed out in disbelief, not believing she was fine and standing in front of him once again. He had rushed to her room as soon as James broke the news that she had gained consciousness. Without her, he felt like a dead corpse. But now seeing her standing in front of him, his heart started beating once again. He literally hugged her for what felt like hours.

Catherine asked, not understanding what I meant. "How am I supposed to resurrect him?" I continued. Catherine stood before me, her intense gaze fixated on me. She had a serious look on her beautiful face. "Lyra," she said, her voice steady and unwavering, "we need a rare stone called The Resurrection Stone. Only you can use it to raise our master." As she spoke, she flicked her hand in a swift gesture, signaling Ferdinand to fetch a book. He nodded, leaving the room and soon returning with a hefty tome, which he carefully placed in my hands at Catherine's behest.

The room becomes still, the silver flames flicker, the symbols along the walls glow brighter and even the air itself seems to pause, then the figure straightens, her form expands and the shifting smoke surrounding her thickens. Power rolls through the room like distant thunder, when she speaks, her voice is no longer merely a voice, it is a force, a presence, something vast enough to shake stone and silence thought. "Mira." The single word reverberates through the chamber, the walls tremble, the shelves rattle and symbols blaze with silver light, every hair on my body stands on end. "One hundredth Guardian of the Gates of Death and Life." The title echoes long after she finishes speaking, I

Not ever. The priest, Father Zerus, stood at the head of the open grave, his voice was dripping with practiced reverence as he read from the worn leather Bible in his hands. "I am the resurrection and the life," Zerus intoned, his eyes scanning the crowd before settling, just for a fraction of a second, on Tristan. "He who believes in me will live, even though he dies."

I scrambled for the remote as the woman’s voice droned out behind me. I couldn't stand horror stories and especially not when it's close to nightfall and I was all alone in a dark bedroom in an unfamiliar town. But the woman’s crisp voice kept going. “There’s an ongoing medical trial tagged as ‘Resurrection therapy’. It’s said to use advanced medical methods to bring people back from irreversible conditions. It’s run by an anonymous program claiming to have legal backing and lots of people have been reported missing or found unconscious in strange places after applying” The remote slipped through my fingers to the floor and I screamed as chills ran through me.

"Rosetta! Look what you've done. What on earth did you give me? "No wonder this stuff isn't on the market. Were you trying to kill me?" Her well-kept face had aged more than 20 years, and her body seemed so out of sync that even walking seemed difficult. Obviously, she hadn't realized what was really happening and thought my skincare products were to blame. Hence, I told her, "I've found your relative, Elias." Clara went quiet in an instant, realizing what was going on. Without another word, she yanked Mirabelle off Marcus. "Come on. We need to find Elias and break the curse on us."

"That matches everything I've experienced." "Later stages involve visible manifestation — light, heat, occasionally partial transformation under extreme duress." He turned the page carefully. "The final and most significant stage involves what the text calls *resurrection capacity* — the ability to restore life to the recently deceased, at severe cost to the phoenix themselves." My breath caught. "Resurrection?" "It's rare. The text suggests most phoenixes throughout history never reached that stage, either due to suppression, death before full manifestation, or simply lacking the emotional catalyst significant enough to trigger it."