The Lazarus Effect Novel Novels & Stories

For some reason, deep down, Sera has a feeling tonight is going to be a good night. After digging through her drawers, she finds a bath set she received from a crazy Aunt one Christmas. Perfect. Ripping open the packaging, she treks her way into the bathroom. Her nimble hands draw a bath in the cast iron tub, turning the nozzle to the hottest temperature it will go before tossing in the lavender bath soap. The bubbles ripple out automatically, filling the small bathroom with the relaxing scent. Sera slips out of her clothes with not even an ounce of sweat on them, before tossing them into the corner. Before the tub is even full, she finds herself testing the water with her toe. The heat does

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

I could feel the magic inside me fizzle and snap. I pulled the book with the resurrection spell on my lap. I looked through it again. It needed one thousand souls and a major node. The only major node near here was in Utah, so... it looked like that would be where she would eventually end up, maybe after she got one thousand souls. I had just prevented a bunch of those souls, so perhaps the darkness still needed to power up. I whipped out my new phone. It was so fancy it even had internet. It was something I heard of, but with flip phones being ten years behind the times, I wasn't used to having all this technology at my fingertips. I searched through news headlines.

Under different circumstances, I might consider telling a lie, but what’s the point of lying anymore if Luka will ask me stupid questions to ensure I understood everything he said? Out of nowhere, Laz appears at my side and tosses his arm around my shoulders. Where did he come from? And why is he here? My life is nothing but a cycle of confusion and walks in the forest. Speaking of which, I haven’t had one in a long, long time, and maybe As is acting up because she needs her dose of happiness. Then again, it’s not like I didn’t kill someone in the hospital like what, hours ago? “How are you feeling?” Lazarus tightens his hold around my shoulders as he asks the question.

Lucas hugged him tightly despite of him trying to break free of the strong arms. "Ssshhh. Calm down Bub. Phi is here. Calm down". As Lucas had expected, Liam fainted. He had a worst panic attack and Lucas was relaxed that his brain shut it down. He put Liam comfortably on the bed, tucking him in the duvet before going out. "Jeffery. Come in my room". Lucas called Jeffery before he poured himself a shot of whiskey. He was sitting on the couch, legs crossed when Jeffery came inside. He was alone.

"What else did your Big Uncle tell you?" "Uncle Laki said I'm not allowed to tell you, Momma," my son confessed as his little hand tightly held his Spiderman toy. Laki is another one. He tarnishes the innocent mind of my son. after I took care of my son, I took care of myself. Lazarus finished and he ordered the guard of the condo building to take our two suitcases outside. After preparing myself, I went out of Lazarus' room and found them in the living room waiting for me. lazarus was carrying Zon and again, they're talking seriously.

All moving with that same eerie precision. Dr. Ryans stroked a girl's hair. "No emotional volatility. No inconvenient attachments." His smile turned razor-thin. "Unlike you, Lieutenant." Jeff's pistol was out before I could blink. "Shut it down." "You misunderstand." Ryans tapped his temple. "The Lazarus Pulse already activated. They'll awaken across the globe within hours." He nodded to Lena and Mara. "Unless you trade the flawed for the flawless." Ice cracked underfoot as Jeff stepped forward—

Lazareth’s Veil Gregor's POV~ I sat back in my leather chair, a Scotch in my hand, watching the amber of my drink reflect the light of the desk lamp as I sneered through Lazareth’s serum trials. My voice was steel, cruel wisdom cut over years of practiced control, “Valenticia’s a pawn, nothing less.” Behold the Lazareth project – my masterpiece, the weaponization of memory-hole suppression, serum derived from the remains of Subject V, my niece, Valenticia Clawford. Her groping for the antidote, her mother’s sorry heirloom, was the gnat’s hum in my scheming. Fear? Absent. She would never win in a fight against me. I sipped the scotch, the burn in the scotch, and scrolled through documents wit

He pressed the file open anyway. The document loaded slowly, its contents revealing disturbing images and data charts, none of which made sense to him. He scanned them desperately, trying to piece together the puzzle. One of the files contained what seemed to be biological data, while another had notes detailing experiments labeled “Resurrection Project.” He felt a knot tighten in his stomach. The room seemed to spin. This couldn’t be real. It was too horrifying, too complex. The final document sent a shock through his body. It was a blueprint. A blueprint for “Project Lazarus.” It was detailed, complete with diagrams of technology that seemed to defy the limits of what was possible.