Returning From Dead Novels & Stories

"I'm going to have you locked up for the rest of your life." My heart sank at his words but then something inside me stirred. I wasn’t ready to give up yet. “When I die, the power within me will be resurrected! I’m coming back for you!” I said defiantly. He scoffed at that notion and turned on his heel. That was the time Beta Degen arrived. Without looking back at me, he said, “Degen, "Find the expert healers on the continent immediately that can bring Daphne back.”

I was on the verge of losing and i knew it was Time to back off and prepare better do my dreams don’t end up coming to pass. Putting on a facade i gave a threat and retreated with my men and the few people of the clan who followed me because of their fear for me. The best decision they could make in their life. I immediately retreated to my room once again?? What is happening? How could he return from the dead? How is he stronger?? What could possibly explain his return??. I was deep in thought, when i suddenly remembered the letter i had received from my men on my return from the sun clan.

He didn’t push. “Can I ask you a question?” I asked once I had the courage to speak. He nodded. “What happened after you died? Did you feel anything?” He paused, contemplating his answer. “The woman who brought me back said I must have been dead for at least a day or two before she found me. But I don’t remember anything of my death… just woke up under six feet of dirt and I had to claw and fight my way out. She said it was your magic that allowed me to come back.”

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

“I see, well what am I supposed to do? To return to the living that is.” You have to travel the journey you traveled before, don't worry when you die, you'll only restart. “So, where am I starting?” You are returning to the beginning, when everything wasn't out of control and remember don't change the events, allow them to progress as they have. “I see, I understand that much.” I wish you all the best of luck Escliffe, you'll need it.

"Just cover the hole with this and all of us will be chased out of this island. But my voice will still remain because it belongs to this shrine." I took the tray and covered the opening. Deesian disappeared instantly and I walked out of the shrine and found my head separated from the rest of my body on the ground. As I was staring at the body, it turned back to a broken scarecrow. "Congratulations on being saved. But there is something you should know. Someone that you thought was dead is not dead. They are alive and they are coming back soon. Be careful with them because they are coming with evil intentions." Deesian's voice surrounded me as if he was speaking from the sky.

“I know I can. My blood has magic powers, and I can bring him back as long as he hasn’t been put to rest yet. Bring me to him.” “Silver, the minute we shut the machine off and he officially died, the mark on your neck disappeared. That’s a sign that your bond is now broken… he’s dead and he’s not coming back,” Rebecca said as tears filled her own eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I pulled my hand away from both of them and tried to get out of bed; the doctor removed the machines from me, so I was able to get up. I hadn’t used my legs in a couple of months, so I expected they would feel weird. But oddly enough, I was feeling strong; like I hadn’t been in a coma for two months. I felt my wolf stirring and

Count or die. "Stay with me, damn it!" Clear. The shock rattles his body. It won't move mine. Another. Then another. Time splits. In one life, he comes back. In another, he doesn't. And I'm standing dead in the middle. Finally, his chest lurches. A feeble, flailing beat comes back to the monitor. Feeble, but there. "He's back," someone says. I collapse again, but this time, relief slams through my bones.

And with another moment, I realised something important; instantly explaining the sensations I was experiencing. Thea’s death would have become a fixed point in time. I couldn’t return to when she was still alive because I was using her dead body to revive. So, if this wasn’t the past…. …It meant that this time, I was returning not to my prior self… but rather to my own corpse. What I was experiencing now was my body reanimating. “…Wanted to s… goodb…,” a voice then said, piercing through the fog. Someone was here. Next to me. Could they see me coming back?

He knew that when he faked his death, I was seven months pregnant. My baby was so small and fragile. When the doctors had to remove it piece by piece from my body, where was Brandon? Was he standing on a snow-covered mountain, watching the sunrise with Alanna, making promises? Or was he holding her close beneath the northern lights somewhere at the edge of the world? My vision blurred as tears spilled over, unstoppable. "Our baby died the day you staged your death." Brandon's face went completely dark. He grabbed my wrist, fingers tightening until my bones nearly cracked.