Solo Resurrection Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!

The alert tones and Sadie's shouting blurred together, filling the car. Then the brakes hit. "Get out." Sadie threw the door open, came around to my side, and yanked me out by the arm. "Acting like you're better than us. Who do you think you are?" I didn't fight her. I stumbled, my knee slamming into the rough ground. Pain shot up my leg, and tears stung my eyes. But I was alive. This time, I was alive. Lillian got out right after and took my phone. She tapped through a few screens, changed the destination, and marked the trip complete. Then she held the phone up, smiling sweetly.

Chapter 102 Ariella’s POV The entire pack was alive tonight. Not in a normal way. Not with joy or celebration. It felt wrong. The Day of Resurrection had begun. And somehow, that made everything feel even more terrifying. From the small hidden room beneath the old storage tunnels, I could still hear pieces of the ritual happening above us. Low chants. Screams. The sound of horns. It all made my skin crawl. Justin stood near the entrance, keeping watch while Ethan paced the room restlessly.

My scarred, burned flesh met his calloused, unyielding grip. "Then grab your shovels, Corren," I said, my voice carrying across the silent, waiting plaza. "We have forty-nine anchors to drop. And we are not stopping until the whole world beats as one." Chapter 111: The Descent of the First There is a terrifying intimacy in digging your own salvation out of the dirt.

“Let him speak.” Adrian released Charles. Charles collapsed against the wall. Blood ran from his mouth. Elias stared at him. “I’m starting to understand why this family invented resurrection. Everyone keeps earning murder.” Jonathan muttered: “Not helping.” “Wasn't trying to.” Charles wiped his mouth. Elena spoke. “Start at the beginning.” Charles laughed bitterly. “That is the problem.” “What?” “We never knew where the beginning was.” “Then start with Adrian.” Charles looked at his son. “When you were born, you died.”

When dawn came, it wasn’t light that split the horizon. It was a line of text: “The Queen stood alone. But not for long.” Liora looked up and saw her enemies, Not soldiers, Not gods. Thousands of them. Blank-faced beings formed from parchment, crawling over the cliffs, silent and hungry, Each bore a sigil carved into its chest: Chapter 0. The first reached the Citadel’s walls, Touched stone And it vanished, No flame, No crumble, Just gone, as if it had never existed, Sera tried to summon a ward, It sparked then fizzled.

something that she wasn’t paying attention to. Quick as a flash Levy got off the bed and started looking through the books that she brought, her eyes skimming through the title of each chapter. “ Soul resurrection, how to make Sorcerer's stone, summoning of the great wizard, making of the wand, law of Hamartia…” she read the title of each chapter before reaching the end of the book. And just like the notebooks’ there wasn’t even the slightest hint of the spell called soul fetching, how was this possible? The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching.

The carousel was still there, spinning round as if nothing had changed. I bought a ticket and sat on the same familiar horse. The wind blew against my face. I closed my eyes. For a moment, I could still hear my daughter's laughter… and David warning me, "Be careful." This time, no one was with me. I rode alone. A wave of dizziness washed over me. I knew death was near. I forced my eyes open, but the world grew more and more blurred. With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and used the last of my strength to dial a number I had not called in years.

It wasn’t a crimson blade. It was a soft, golden glow. A resonance so pure and so quiet that it was almost undetectable. It was the frequency of a blank page. A new beginning. I placed my hand over my womb, my fingers tracing the geometry of the future. “I see you,” I whispered to the dark. I thought of Silas in his broken penthouse, plotting his chaos. I thought of the Ares children still trapped in the Board’s labs. I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand.

I was the one who dragged Caleb back to the shore, after which I forcefully draped more clothes on him. His gaze was wary, and his voice was hoarse as he asked, "Why did you save me?" "Because I can see the future," I had said simply. "I know that you're going to become a force to be reckoned with in the future—the type of person who can turn the entire world upside down." I hadn't been lying. Caleb was a major antagonist in the book. As long as he managed to overcome the toughest period of his life, he would become even more powerful than the main character.