Rising From The Dead Novels & Stories

James spoke softly. “Answer my question!” Lucifer roared. His Demonic Energy was so terrifying that it even made James’ blood run cold. James took a deep breath and said, “I told you I was once dead. However, someone saved me and used the Demonic Lotus to reshape my physical body. That’s how I came back to life.” Hearing this, Lucifer’s knees gave way. “There’s no more hope… Now that the Demonic Lotus is lost, my father can never be resurrected.” He was dejected.

His beloved Zach was dead, how could … Abruptly, the charred body began to boil. Molten black liquid oozed away from the charred body, exposing the white skeleton. Flesh grew over the bones. And there he was, Zach, eyes open, completely healed as if he wasn’t a charred body just a minute ago. Shocked and happy at the same time, he embraced Zach, tears dropping in his eyes. “You are alive,” he whispered. “You are alive.” “What? What happened?”

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

She laughed as she let me carry on leading her to the gun range. “Hey, you are the one who is more likely to know what boss’s sexual traits are” I laughed. “Well, he had not spanked me yet” She giggled “Its still early days though” “Oh my God Charlotte, who are you and what have you done with the sweet girl we saved from death?” “She’s been reborn baby” She puffed out her chest and grinned at me. “Like a beautiful phoenix” “And I will burn any fucker who tries to hurt me”

he says, "and he did amazing things for this world. So I don't take your background lightly. I do, however, have a duty to protect you and help you succeed." "Protect me?" I feel like I'm parroting everything back as questions, but all of this is so overwhelming. I'm just trying to make sense of it as we go. "Absolutely." He folds his hands on the desk. "You're a very special girl, Winter. One who is destined for great things. And so was your father. I would be surprised if he actually died." All of my senses sharpen, and I grip the edges of the chair. "He died. I was at his funeral."

"To every woman who was told she was too emotional, too soft, too ambitious. To every person who lost everything and had to start again. This is your reminder that we rise. And we rise stronger." That night, Natalie sat on the balcony of her penthouse, watching the stars return to a sky once clouded by doubt. Lila joined her with two glasses of wine. "You know," Lila said, handing her a glass, "I always believed you’d come back. But I never expected this." "Neither did I," Natalie admitted. "But maybe sometimes we have to be burned down to remember what we’re made of." Lila raised her glass. "To rising from the ashes."

Yadira closed in and, with a single brutal swipe, opened his throat. Nick collapsed in silence. “Is this… what happens if we have the sigilmaker revive our fallen?” Eitan murmured as they stood over the charred remains. “I can’t fathom our comrades coming back like this.” “It’s an ascension of power,” Yadira said grimly. “But can they even be controlled?” “I’m not about to find out,” Gildeon said. “But if the commander learns what the Resurrection Sigil does to the dead…”

Endless flames and demonic beasts poured out from the rift, plunging the mortal world into chaos and suffering. My father collapsed to his knees, looking at the devastation in despair. He knelt before me, weeping in remorse. “I’m sorry, Queenie. I’m really sorry. I wronged you and your mother, but these people are innocent. If you must kill, kill only me. Please spare them.” “They’re innocent, yet I’m not?” I laughed. “Did I deserve to have my one thousand years of cultivation destroyed? Did I deserve to be reduced to nothing? Did I deserve to die?”

Always wins by losing differently. I'm rising. Into my mortal life. Where I'll love mates who forget me nightly. Where I'll rebuild bonds that erase daily. Where I'll suffer continually. Where I'll be immune eventually. I'm rising. Into the torture that is freedom. Into the agony that is victory. Into the suffering that is Aurora. Forever. Until death. Until ending. Until immunity saves me from the Absolute by destroying me daily instead. I'm rising. And I'm ready. AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I will make myself happy and a man will on be an addition to my happiness. Deep within me, a flicker of resolve ignited. I realized it was time to transform my sorrow into strength. Like those resilient seeds waiting in the ash, I too could rise. It was time to reclaim my life from the frailty of grief and rebuild among the ruins—to pull myself from the ashes of my past and carve out a new beginning, one shimmering with the promise of hope.