Rising From The Dead Novels & Stories

She was no longer standing but held above the ground like a precious jewel that dare not touch the dirt. Was this what Hecate and Aphrodite were talking about? Could this power inside me bring back Ondi? With the help of Hecate, of course, but… it was too much, so surreal that this could happen. The Bible on Earth tells of stories of a select few that had been resurrected from the dead, such as Lazarus and Jesus. This, this was something else entirely. She had no scars, no imperfections, but her body was that of a body. Nothing like the gods that stood before us. Ondi was real. She cried actual tears and touched her men like she had been doing it for years.

All shall fade and evils do fade. Meanwhile, in the barrow of the Halls of the greatest and honor. There lays the fallen Hope of the people, but one thing did they know. That they are mistakenly for her death for she will rise again on the 12th day of her death. With a commanding cry, the spirits' summons from the heavens, and the sound of the celestial trumpet, the Queen herself will descend from heavens, and the dead in Princess will rise again. Behold!

“Only barely. Your spirit is very faint. But I noticed you and can communicate with you because I, Rigelus Prime, have the unique ability to communicate with the departed.” “The departed?! Oh no! That means I am really dead,” Ecto thought out loud and almost started biting his nails as a very human reaction. “Katey is going to kill me…” “Fret not. Every one of us dies at one point. But here in Dungeon Raydens, we have the ability to respawn.” “Respawn?!” Ecto had been feeling like a parrot repeating almost everything Rigelius Prime was saying. But that last word caused his hyper-petascale supercomputer of a brain to fire synapses every which way.

The room buzzed with a newfound sense of hope and possibility. The weight of grief that had hung over them began to lift, replaced by the promise of a brighter future. And so, as the sun began to set and the room was bathed in the warm glow of the evening, Abigail's journey took an unexpected turn. She had transformed from a grieving widow to a woman who held the keys to a vast fortune and a legacy of success. The road ahead was uncertain, but with the support of her family and friends, she was ready to embrace whatever came her way.

I could not grasp onto anything for dear life –there was no hope– I just kept on falling. It was over. Or so I had thought. After hours of screaming and falling through the never-ending air of darkness, I grew tired. And then, I accepted death. I embraced it. I was ready to meet with my ancestors. And just when I was about to reach the ground, my eyes peeled open. I was resurrected. Once again. By the same man. The man who seemed to have caused it. My body jerks up. I am awake. But the minute I breathe in fresh air, my insides churn.

A casual act of kindness might one day save your life". Zachary pulled me into his arms gently. Regretfully, he said, "I'm sorry for being late. You wouldn't have to go through so much if I showed up earlier." I lowered my head and leaned into his embrace. "Don't say that. I'm grateful that you showed up. If it weren't for you, I would still be in a vegetative state. "Back then, I felt like I was in a nightmare that I couldn't get out of. I'm still afraid, even now. I'm afraid I'll end up in that lonely and helpless situation."

Emmi tells him. Cedric scrubs his hands over his face. “So a war is coming, Emmi needs to make peace with her shifter, and you can raise people from the dead.” “Not exactly Lycan. Only those who are worthy and whose soul hasn’t left this world yet can be resurrected.” "Does that mean your soul never leaves the earth, Emmi?" I ask her. "That is correct, my dragon," she says, making the dragon in me rumble happily at her claim.

{Ciril’s POV} Before my very eyes, the dead had risen. I was aware they used to rise before after being bit by a Feral but then seeing them rise in such huge numbers was shock and dread on a different level. And to add even more dread to it, there had been that man-best creature using dark powers to raise them up from their demise and rot. Turns out there was an update— people didn’t need to be bitten by Ferals anymore to be able to rise from the dead.

"We need her to live, Princess Lyra." Never before have I understood what they said, because to me their language sounded like windblown gibberish. Today it is different. Today I understand everything. "I understand, Grand Magus Rakasha," Cosima bows. "Is she the one?" "Yes, my child," the Grand Magus confirms."She is The Speaker of the Dead. Her rebirth is testimony of this truth. She is the one who cannot die." The one who cannot die? As I remember the feeling of my soul being ripped from my body, I know he isn't entirely correct. I can die--but apparently, I can also come back.

I whimpered, tears trickling down my face and every part of me breaking fasting that any Mender could mend. “Take a look around. You saved us all. The enemies and your family– every one of us are saved because of you. Yes, some were injured but no one died.” Lori breathed, crouching beside me, her hand on my shoulder. “You can save this man. Only you can.” “B-but” I stuttered that same word again, doubting everything I knew. “You said no one can rise the dead, Lori. He’s dead. Raiden is dead and I can’t bring him back.”