Rising From The Dead Novels & Stories

Guilt filled hers, turning into tears that rolled down her cheeks. Sophie spotted me too, high above them all. She screamed, "Anna, I'll kill you! I'll kill you! Why do I get to live again but still lose to you? I should be the one who wins! It should have been Niles who united all humans. Why is this different from last time? Why?!" It was too bad that she would never understand. Relying on men, especially those who saw us as food, would never work. Logan and Niles were dead.

Someone undefined by either past trauma or present revenge. My phone buzzed one final time. Alexander again: *Looking forward to tomorrow. The phoenix rises not just from ashes, but toward something greater.* For the first time since the Rose's men had nearly claimed my life, I found myself genuinely curious about what that "something greater" might be.

He performed some twisted ritual over the fallen bodies, and I watched in horror as they began to twitch back to life. “No,” I whispered. “No, no, no.” The cameras showed him killing the guards who tried to stop him. Three good people, slaughtered like livestock. Then he led his resurrected army away into the darkness. Our victory. Our greatest triumph. He’d turned it into the foundation of his own growing power. “He raised the dead,” I said, my voice hollow. “He brought them all back.” The training room door burst open. Two men stumbled in, covered in blood and barely standing. I didn’t recognize them, but the terror in their eyes made my stomach clench.

"Help! Someone, help me!" I heard loud cries for help. When I opened my eyes, I was back to the day my mom's foster daughter, Edith Kellie, jumped into the river. My mother, Evelyn Newbury, leaned over the railing, her heart sinking and rising with Edith. In my previous life, Evelyn had jumped in without hesitation, only for Edith to push her head underwater. The result? Evelyn had drowned, while Edith had been saved.

The days following the mission were a blur. It felt like the world was finally catching its breath after holding it for so long. Everywhere I looked, there were signs of hope, glimpses of recovery that, just a week ago, had seemed impossible. The infected were slowly regaining their humanity, their violent, ravenous states diminishing. It was like watching the world come back to life, and I couldn’t help but feel both relief and disbelief.

We remained there, two souls caught between death and fire—and dancing in the first embers of new life. Because that’s what a phoenix does. Die once, yes. But rise again—time and fire unable to extinguish its eternal blaze.

Very slowly, he leaned toward his employer’s ear. “Sir,” he whispered, “I think she’s having breakfast.” Lucas dropped to his knees beside his brother, his hands shaking for the first time in years. Killian’s fingers were swollen and red, and the mesh bag swarmed with black bodies. Lucas caught the knotted cord and nearly tore the net off in one pull. “No, no, no!” Victoria’s voice cracked across the basement like a whip. “Don’t! Those are my gift!” Roman, who had crept up to the bottom step for a better view, yelped and stumbled backwards into the wall, knocking over a bucket that rang like a bell. “Gift?” he squeaked, clutching his two bulletproof vests. “How can insects be a gift?”

“She was trying to bring herself back.” Dominic frowned. “From where?” Orion's eyes darkened. “From death.” Rei couldn't breathe. Elara whispered: “No.” Orion continued. “You died.” Rei shook her head. “I’m standing here.” “Now.” He looked at her. “But the first Rei died.” The hallway seemed to tilt. Aiden stepped forward. “That's why the Origin reset.” Rei looked at him. “Explain.” “The Origin cannot resurrect someone.” Aiden's voice was quiet.

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

Outside the world had changed. Black Hollow’s forest lay in ruin, trees twisted into grotesque forms, the ground cracked and glowed with veins of red fire, And rising from the earth, the Forgotten. Thousands of bodies crawling upward, skin ash-gray, eyes glowing with the moon’s fire. Faces he once knew friends, family, ancient priests. All climbing, reaching. John’s mind reeled. The moment the crown split, the seal undone, the Forgotten answered the call. Not just the shadows from old sacrifice, they were resurrected, ascending.