Chris Redfield Novels & Stories

She felt the power that surged through her veins. The zombie apocalypse prepared her for this moment, in a way. Killing things that resembled people no longer bothered her as much as it would have when she was a child. She shook at the realization but kept going. Now was not the time to get in your feelings. Once she had cleared out the werewolves inside the castle, she stepped out the front door. There were so many. They covered every inch of the once graceful field. Bloodstained every stone and every piece of grass. She had had enough. She was getting ready to kill them all when she heard Hunter shout from inside.

Chris turned to Julie who immediately looked a little confused. Julie came to her senses a few seconds later. "Ah, I apologize. I'm Julie Floyd. Nice to meet you two." "There is no need to apologize. After all, we're actually acquainted, but because of the passage of time, and the fact that we don't see each other very often, it's likely that you've forgotten. I'll reintroduce myself, I'm Christopher Elard, and this is Agatha Candice, my wife." Chris turned his head briefly towards Agatha beside him, who immediately smiled while nodding briefly towards Julie.

I narrated everything that happened between Phil and me, right from the time he saved me from the bully, Till this night. "You mean Senior Philip, the final year student of Pharmaceutical Science?", Chris asked, his eyes almost popping out of his eyes. "Yes. Is anything the problem", I asked, taking a spoonful of the jollof rice he bought. "He is a cultist. One of the most dreaded cultists", Chris deadpanned as my spoon fell, my mouth opened. I could feel my head spinning.

I say showing it to him. “Looks like this office is Millers.” He states. “Which means he’s definitely been helping this guy come in and out to delete the footage and deliver the threats.” I say with surety dusting my knees from the dirty floor. The door to the security room abruptly opens and we point our guns to the door. “Alex, it's me Julian.” A manly voice says walking in and scanning the room to see where we were. “Were in here.” Adair says dropping his gun and I do the same.

Haley It seems blood red wolves have used this book as a journal and it gets passed down to the next one. The last entry is from the fifties. I can’t believe what I am reading. This has got to be some sick joke right? ‘December 1952 A dark witch has successfully created a potion that will make a blood red wolf obedient to her master. There is no known cure at this time. My mother is lost, gone and I’m never going to get her back. Blood red wolves beware, trust no one. I have gone into hiding deep in the woods where no humans or wolves live. It’s a hard life but at least I am free.’

Mason detailed. His response clearly showed he knew Chris's personal life well. “Noted.” The doctor acknowledged before turning to face Chris, who just stared at them in silence. “Your name is Chris. You're one of America's top actors. If you could tell us more about Nimalaya, perhaps we can help.” The doctor probed.

Red asked. He is Christian Thaddeus Javier, Red's best friend. He possessed a striking appearance that may have helped him stand out in a crowd. He was attractive. He was fair, nearly white. His light-toned face contrasted brilliantly with his unfathomable, golden-brown eyes. If you stare into his eyes for a while, you could become lost in his eyes since they were so expressive and profound. "Looks like your wife and Mr. Lee are getting along," Christian said, looking like he was teasing Red.

“Chris's ghost is in there.” How would I make him believe me? “Who's Chris?” he asked. That's right! Nobody knew. “Who's Chris?” Van repeated, his brows furrowing deeper. How could I tell them that Chris was a wizard I hired to impersonate Doctor Rowan after I killed the real Doctor Rowan? I killed Chris and now his ghost had come back to haunt me. And now they want to send me back to that dungeon where he could kill me. I wouldn't go back, I wouldn't.

I called but was met with silence. I wrapped the towel tightly around my check and walked over to it. There was a card on top of the box and I sat on the bed and read. 'Red, Can't wait to see you in them. You always look stunning. Love, Jack' I took it out of the box and gasped at how beautiful and soft it was. "Oh my god," I chocked out and ran my hand through it. It was a beautiful red dress with a low v neck and a low back and a high slit. There was also a pair of black shoe with red crystals on it.

"Christopher Hale Jr.? Chris had a son?" "Half brother, actually. Different mothers. He's Victoria's nephew." Marcus pulled up a photo. Mid forties, handsome in a dangerous way, Chris's eyes staring out from a stranger's face. "Been operating in Europe for the past decade, came back to the States two months ago. He's the one who connected Victoria and Becca, facilitated their coordination. Without him, this whole conspiracy wouldn't exist." "What's his stake in this?"