Rising From The Dead Novels & Stories

Haris whispered softly. Serena took a deep breath. “This isn’t a tragedy, Haris. This is justice. Dewangga built his empire by burning my life. Now, let him watch his own empire burn in the fire he created.”

A mistake in the underlying code had triggered a crash in the chain system. The engineers were already overwhelmed. When they saw me walk in, their eyes held a mix of expectation and embarrassment. I didn’t respond to any of it. I sat down and connected to the system. Memories of every system upgrade and custom request Apex had gone through, buried deep in my mind, surged forward instantly. An hour later, the alarms stopped, and the data was restored. Mr. Johnson’s call came directly to my phone. “Lily, thank you! I knew you’d handle it!”

Then moved. I watched in horror. One rose. Then another. Then ten more. Broken bodies climbed back to their feet. Empty eyes glowing with corrupted power. The dead were rising. Again. And Elias— Elias smiled. As though he had been expecting me.

"What do you mean by that? Listen here, Marc said he'll marry me as soon as you die!" "I don't care whether he marries you or not. Tell me, who sent you?" Mirabelle blinked. Then, she hurriedly covered her mouth. "I'd rather die than tell you!" Very well. If she wouldn't talk, I had plenty of ways to get her to talk. I went back to caring for my skin, hitting the gym, and living the way I used to. The difference was that I stopped aging and gradually returned to my former appearance. Meanwhile, when Mirabelle was livestreaming, dark blotches suddenly appeared on her face. Right in front of the camera, crow's feet and smile lines etched themselves across her skin.

Step two, collect as many vampires as you can who are willing to die to raise the soul from the underworlds. “Holy crap, he can’t believe this is real? Raising the dead? That’s impossible, surely.” Ash sputters and Eddie looks over at the paper. “You said paraphrased. But still, no one can bring a soul back fully, right?” Fre tilts his head, “That might be true, but I’m not certain. But to do anything close to a true resurrection you’d need a viable source of divine energy.” Ash grimaces, “What, does he have one?” Ash sighs,

A battle unforeseen. I lost my men. My lover. My wealth. My fame. My eye. The only thing remaining was my life and two of my trusted men— Igor and Tits. I heard news that Michael and his clan celebrated my death. Of course, they would. But he didn’t know that I died to rise again. I’m a Phoenix, so no matter how many deaths, I’ll rise. I’ve risen. That’s why I am here in this underground bunker a few cities away from L.A., rebuilding my empire from the ashes. Gathering men loyal to me.

What was happening? Before we could even process the change, the dead began to rise. Not as themselves, but as puppets, their movements jerky and unnatural, their eyes dead and unblinking. The woman I had just killed, her body still warm, rose to her feet, her face a blank slate, the hateful look gone, replaced by a soulless emptiness. With a wave of Kasamaan’s hand, this army of the undead sprang to life, a force of pure magic and rage.

Jane repeated herself, though she sounded far less confident this time. “…Baby Victor.” Jayden looked from her to me. Then back to her again. “…What exactly is a Baby Victor?” I rubbed a hand over my face. “This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous.” “It already does.” Jane took a careful step forward. “The old records mention rebirth.” Jayden didn’t interrupt. “They suggest that when certain ancient creatures die, their souls don’t disappear forever.” He still said nothing. “They’re… reborn.” Jayden slowly nodded.

I touched my face, and my eyes landed on the calendar. 2016? “Mum... are we not in 2026?” “2026? Are you crazy?” “You have an interview this morning, remember? I've made breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs quickly, okay?” “Hmmm.” I flashed her a smile as I slumped onto the bed. I thought I died... What happened? My mind flashed back to that moon. Could it be the light? I remembered making a wish. Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

⸻ And again. Elara stepping out alive. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Poised. ⸻ Standing beside Aaron. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ ALIVE. ⸻ ⸻ Her breathing became uneven. ⸻ “No…” she whispered. ⸻ Hands trembling slightly. ⸻ “That’s impossible.” ⸻ Because dead people— weren’t supposed to come back. ⸻ ⸻ Then came the second blow.