Rising From The Dead Novels & Stories

He would not waste the chance he had left. "It's a miracle. She's really alive." The doctor was amazed. "Kate, you're really alive!" Alex couldn't believe it. She smiled and cried. He really didn't expect that what Luka said was true. He thought they had lost their minds, but it was a miracle when Caterina rose from the dead. "What are you feeling? What happened that you could rise from the dead?" The doctor asked for confirmation. He really wanted to know, because this was a very rare event.

Asher's disbelief echoed through our connection, but he promised to join me as soon as possible. When I arrived at the morgue, I was met with a scene that seemed too surreal to be true: Malachi standing beside Kaida, his eyes fixed intently on her, as if searching for something. Luke and the mortuary staff were equally awestruck, their whispers and murmurs filling the air. One of the ladies compared Kaida's resurrection to that of Lazarus, who had been dead for three days and was brought back to life by the Creator's will. The analogy seemed apt, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

"He is not alive. He is carrying a piece of Elena's power and that piece is using his body as a vessel." "Can he think?" I asked. "Not independently," she said. "He is carrying a fragment of your frequency. That fragment has access to whatever your power has access to. Which means he can perceive things in the supernatural world that living beings cannot." She looked at me steadily. "The Risen are not the dead returned. They are the power returned. Using what it left behind." I looked at Thomas. At his gold eyes that were my gold. At the fragment of my power moving through a dead man's body because I had lost control of it on a cold night outside a fortress.

The weak were already freezing, the corrupt were already breaking, and the dead were preparing to rise. She took a slow, deep breath, feeling the cold, unyielding strength of the Reclaimer System flowing through her veins. The world outside was ending, but inside her fortress, the Doomsday Queen was just getting started. She looked up at the countdown timer with absolute clarity, ready for whatever horror came next. She knew that every preparation she had made would ensure her absolute dominance over the frozen wasteland to come. The era of her vengeance was just beginning, and she would reign supreme.

People who had been buried for centuries opened their eyes. Some returned peacefully. Others returned angry. Some wanted revenge. Some wanted their old lives back. And some wanted to rule the living. Lucien looked at Sophia. “What do we do?” Sophia looked at Death. Then Seraphina. Then the thousands of resurrected souls. She whispered: “We fix it.” Death shook her head. “You can’t.” Sophia turned. “Why?” Death looked terrified. “Because death has already made its choice.” Sophia’s heart sank. “What choice?”

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 am too scared to open my eyes when I feel a flesh touching me. “Again, who is he?”, this time my gaze is at the guy with green eyes. “Uh…I guess..his name was…”Xander is going to say when I hear Ethan’s voice “Necromancer” “Yeah the one who rules demon”, I am shocked by how little does Xander knows “No…he is the one who raises the dead”, all four of us turn around and see hundreds of dead bodies standing alive in front of us. “Hazel..you take the left…Xander goes right…I and Calla will handle the rest of them." Ethan says with full confidence in us and I feel a surge of power inside me.

Kasumi: Yeah we must clean up the mess you’ve caused. Akira: But, Not like in the past, right know this is a true experience cause i’ve already died and reincarnated in the past of this world. Hearing what i said the people eyes bulged up. Hana the look at me and ask. Hana: Then if we killed that Dark Akira you’ll be Akira: Truly dead.

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting. "Lies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away at what is good and leave only destruction behind". "This sounds like something an Arrowverse or Marvel character would say", I laugh at Rachel. "Cassandra Clare", Rachel calls out. "Don't know her." "She's one of my favorite authors. She wrote The Mortal Instruments." "Never thought of that either", I shrug. "Where are you with your speech?" "Literally nowhere." "Do you want to go grocery shopping? Your fridge is empty and I'm having this weird craving for gummy worms", I suggest, not wanting to spend a second longer watching Rachel write her speech.