Rising From The Dead Novels & Stories

The sight dragged me violently back into memory. Her body on the floor. Still. Too still. No breath. No pulse. The sound my brothers made—raw, broken—still echoed in my chest. Even my mother’s awakening hadn’t been enough to pull us back from that abyss. And then… light. Heat. Power. Like fire kissed by life itself. Rose’s body glowing, her chest rising, her strength returning in a way that defied death. A Phoenix reborn. The present rushed back as Rose gently squeezed my mother’s hands, whispering words of gratitude before stepping away. Her eyes found mine immediately.

They still thought I would eventually return to the obedient daughter and forgiving sister they remembered. They didn't understand that the woman they had abandoned had already died once. And this time, I would survive—even if I had to face the end of the world alone. COUNTDOWN: 57 DAYS

"Mallory might be the illegitimate daughter of Malcolm Calloway, but she has the grace of a true Luna." I took a slow, deliberate sip of hot tea from a porcelain cup, the bitter herbs coating my tongue. My face remained completely stone-cold, blue eyes devoid of any lingering affection or hurt. The weak, human-born girl they all remembered had died in the cold isolation of St. Catherine Royal Hospital after being poisoned with wolfsbane. The woman sitting here now was an elite war commander from the Ironfang Front, trapped in a plus-size body that was rapidly shifting under the awakening of an ancient Apex Silvershift gene.

Rebirth was never designed to create immortality. It was designed to prepare humanity for Ascension. The screen changed. Thousands of human profiles appeared. Each one had a name. Each one had a consciousness signature. Ethan saw his own name. Jason's. Rose's. Elena's. Richard's. Then another name appeared. SUBJECT ZERO — ORIGINAL CONSCIOUSNESS. Ethan stared at it. The video continued. Only one consciousness is capable of activating Ascension. The one that has experienced death, rebirth, and memory restoration.

A thick, dark cloud of dust and steam rose from the smoking wound in its neck, leaving the street in a heavy, suffocating silence. [ALERT: TIER 2 MUTATED VARIANT SLAYED!] [CONGRATULATIONS, HOST EVA! SPECIAL COMBAT BONUS UNLOCKED. DISPATCHING WAVE COMPLETION EXP...] I stood in the street, my chest going up and down as I breathed in the cool morning air. My hands were shaking the hot adrenaline slowly leaving my muscles and leaving an ache behind.. I was alive. The giant monster lay dead at my feet and the surrounding crowd of infected had completely scattered into the dark alleys, scared by the death of their leader.

It felt like an hour had passed when I opened my eyes again. I remembered the news: chaos, burning houses, loud sirens, and city-wide power outages. That boy on the school grounds who was bitten, died, and then rose again as if nothing happened. And the teacher who almost attacked me did the same thing—dying and then coming back alive—with dead eyes and torn skin, reeking of decay. They rose despite their mutilations, as if they felt no pain. They became wild, aggressive monsters, rising from death.

“A very good assumption, Princess. But make a note in your book, if you want. We can ask GoldMoon when we see her.” When death befalls her She will rise again “This, at least, seems pretty clear. I’m going to die and then I will rise again.” Buppig looks at me a moment. “You do realize, Princess, that this sort of thing doesn’t happen naturally in life.” “And you do realize, Buppig, that I’m a Guardian. My Aunt Grace brought an entire pack back to life once.” “How?” He asks, in awe.

“A very good assumption, Princess. But make a note in your book, if you want. We can ask GoldMoon when we see her.” When death befalls her She will rise again “This, at least, seems pretty clear. I’m going to die and then I will rise again.” Buppig looks at me a moment. “You do realize, Princess, that this sort of thing doesn’t happen naturally in life.” “And you do realize, Buppig, that I’m a Guardian. My Aunt Grace brought an entire pack back to life once.” “How?” He asks, in awe.

The morning after the zombie event felt new. Not just a regular new day, but a clean, fresh-start kind of new. The air even smelled different—less like fear and more like damp earth and the coming autumn. The sun hit the dusty windows of our room and made little sparkles in the air. For the first time in a long time, I woke up and didn't feel a heavy rock of dread in my stomach. I felt... light.

The Luminary Sage, Maximus, and Limah stood as living embodiments of a cosmic resurgence that defied mortal understanding. Aurelius, the bridge between eras, engaged in contemplative conversations with the resurrected legends to unravel the cosmic mystery behind their return. The Chronicle Prism, pulsating with enigmatic energies, projected holographic images that showcased the ethereal forces intertwining with the cosmic threads, breathing life into the once-departed legends. The Athenian Senate, Eclipse Sowers, and the Cosmic Council convened to discuss the implications of this cosmic anomaly. Conversations within the Cosmic Chamber delved into the nature of the resurrection, with leaders