The Lazarus Effect Novel Novels & Stories

"Not with you." ​Lucian stills, his eyes completely glued to mine. My feet instinctively take me a step closer to those hypnotic sapphire gems. My arm brushes against his. The exact second his bare skin rubs against mine, my eyes flutter shut. An undeniable rush of pure energy circuits straight through me, making my entire soul buzz with life.

hit differently. The Lazarus Protocol wasn't some external AI we could just hack. It was a self-replicating neural algorithm bonded to my brain - self-correcting, constantly shifting between live tissue and shadow code. It drew energy from my neural pulses, learning, adapting, hiding whenever it sensed observation. I built it. A ghost that could live forever. And now, it was living in me. "Show me," I said. Elena hesitated, then walked over to the wall console. With a few commands, the room's projector lit up. A glowing scan of my brain filled the display - a thousand filaments of light weaving patterns like a living network.

"You are incinerating me." "Nope." He shook his head. "You must have confessed to the incidents." "LFA? Really? ”The group had crushed it after they brought this plague of proles over humanity two years ago. “It seems a few of them have banded together again, only their goals have shifted drastically. You feel responsible for these beasts for setting them free. Not that that would be a mistake in their eyes, but somebody has to protect these poor creatures from monsters like us. "He bit off a piece of his bun and then said with his mouth full:" I caught it this morning at the boss's by chance. "

Zara threw her head back and downed the mixture in one gulp. It burned. Felt like swallowing liquid nitrogen mixed with broken glass,she gasped, gripping the edge of the sink as the suppressant slammed into her system. It pressed down her wolf, wrapping around her chains of cold magic around Layla’s brilliant and bling illuminating light. The golden energy that usually hummed beneath Zara's skin turned grey and dormant.

It was a miracle! Amazed and bewildered, Eliza inspected the leg that she’d wounded during the night. There was absolutely no sign of an injury. Cautiously putting her weight on it, she discovered no indication of a bruise beneath her kneecap. She had no idea that a hot Epsom salts bath could work such wonders, but there was no mistaking the fact that she was completely healed. There wasn’t even a scar from the jagged gash on her leg.

She starts waving at her son's wolf, even though she knows he cannot see her, as the mansion, together with her remnants, is buried too deep in the abyss of Qillalon's mind. Despite the limitations she has, she is happy to see her son from afar. ~ ~ Minutes went by and the old blood known as Lazarus Lunaris faced his final death. His flesh scattered in the sea of white roses, painting them red with blood. The Qillalon's wolf growled loudly in triumph. His fangs, claws, and fur were covered in blood. Bits and pieces of Lazarus' remains stuck in his nails. “I guess old blood is not that strong if they are not on their turf.” She says as she breathes softly, without any care in the world that h

Lazarus said as half of his body glowed in black which suddenly, spreads in all directions, swiftly opened the cell doors in the room, simultaneously including unchaining every prisoner including Jared in his silver bracelets and himself, Lazarus walked out smiling staring at the bounty collector with no or little expression on the bounty collector face. Every prisoners came out of their cells. Jared jerkily rose up walked out from his cell also as the hair now covering his two marked eyes sways while the air around the room got stronger and stronger until it suddenly broke every little window glass in the room then shattered the carcasses's throne behind the bounty collector. After, the air

The silver energy spread through his veins, turning them into cracks of light. His body began to disintegrate, starting from his fingertips, then his arms, his torso, his legs. He looked at Evelyn one last time, pure hatred in his eyes. “This… isn’t… over…” He snarled. "Yes, it is” Evelyn’s voice was calm. With a final surge of moonlight, Lazarus' body shattered into glowing ashes…He was gone. As soon as Lazarus disappeared, his demonic army let out a unified, deafening shriek. One by one, they vanished into thin air. Their bodies dissolved into the wind, their power snuffed out with the death of their master.

Or were they simply prodding the cracks in her armor? The iron door creaked again. Two men entered, faceless soldiers carrying a heavy wooden crate. Its edges were reinforced with black steel bands, its surface branded with strange sigils and one clear stencil in blood-red paint: PROJECT LAZARUS. The crate was set down before Isla with a dull thud that reverberated through the floor. Her stomach turned cold. She didn’t know what it contained, but the reverence with which they handled it—the quiet fear in their movements—told her this was not ordinary contraband.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.