Eveline Resident Evil 7 Novels & Stories

I opened it, -I’m heading to the Midnight Coven for some ingredients and learn how the Heva cure worked, will be back in a week. Evelyn- This did not feel right, she would have told me. I walked into the Convent. The only room I knew of was Evelyn’s, and Vincent’s office. I headed there, he would know. I knocked on the door. “Enter.” I walked in. Vincent was behind his desk reading some papers. “Where is Evelyn?” “She has gone to the Midnight Coven to gather some herbs that grow only there, we need to get the nullifier up and working. She’ll be back by the end of the week and should be able to run some test.”

“She still thinks Lucien was erased from existence. But I made sure to drop his name loud and clear in that video. Just enough to trigger Damien.” Josh whistled. “Damn. That’s cold.” Evelyn stated walking out of the hospital with a satisfied look on her face as she ended the call “Don’t get too comfortable.” She whispered as she walked away seeing Selene was no longer in sight, --- It was already raining when Selene arrived at Natasha's place in a cab. Natasha was in the kitchen stirring the food that she was cooking when — Bang. Bang The knock was loud and it followed with a shaky voice.

Typical. They moored the vessel in shadow. Rain tapered into drizzle while they climbed across slick rock toward the sealed doors. Luca’s portable scanner hummed. “Code lock requires DNA pair authentication.” Evelyn pressed her thumb to the reader. Nothing. Adrian tried a master override; the system beeped and refused access. Then, almost as if amused, the console lights rearranged into single line text: “Access confirmed – E.H‑Ψ‑01 relay recognized. Welcome home, Evelyn.”

Beside her, Lucien Draven lay motionless, as if in a coma. A small flame from an oil lamp cast a dim light across her face — her eyes now a dark crimson, streaked with black, like smoldering ash in blood. “Do you know, Lucien…” she whispered, “Valenfort doesn’t need the Hunters. It’s killing itself.” The sound of dripping echoed in the dark. Suddenly, footsteps rang from the depths of the station. Evelyn stood, grabbing her cracked silver knife. Three figures emerged from the shadows. At the front was Kael, followed by Selene and Adrian.

Three stories of broken windows and rusted metal, slowly being reclaimed by nature. I checked my phone one last time. A text from Viktor: Team in position. Waiting for your signal. And one from Dante: Come home to me. I got out of the car and walked toward the factory entrance, every step feeling like I was walking toward my own execution. The front door was already open. I stepped inside and saw Elena immediately. Tied to a chair in the center of an empty room, blood on her face, terror in her eyes. And standing behind her, holding a knife and smiling like the cat who'd caught the canary, was Evangeline.

"I've spent the afternoon reading it. It is, without exception, the thinnest evidentiary file I have encountered in seventeen years of this work. Three financial documents that prove nothing beyond ordinary corporate structuring. A single, uncorroborated anonymous tip. And a photograph, not the one from the gala. An older one." Zariel's hands went cold as she reached for the folder. Inside sat a single photograph, black and white, grainy with age. A woman, unmistakably Evelyn, younger than in any image Zariel had seen of her standing beside a heavy steel door, a man's hand visible at the edge of the frame, cropped deliberately out of the shot except for the sleeve of an expensive suit and a

It didn't look like a home; it looked like a tomb for secrets. When the skids touched down, the Highland air rushed in—sharp, smelling of peat, old salt, and impending snow. Standing on the stone steps was Evelyn Vanderwall. Wrapped in a heavy charcoal cloak, her silver hair braided with military precision, she looked like a queen from a forgotten age. Her amber eyes—identical to Killian's—scanned Elena with a chilling, clinical neutrality. "You’re late," Evelyn said, her voice cutting through the whistling wind. "The ghosts in this house don't like to be kept waiting. And neither do I."

Evelyn gave me the tablet and turned towards Celine leaving a choice for me to choose. Evelyn tried to whisper but that idiot didn't know that I can hear all her apologies and acts to make Celine become normal. They both seem to have good chemistry. Why do I get a feeling that these two have a thing? I shook my hand and started going through the pics. I finally selected the three and gave the tablet back to Evelyn to choose the best out of them. They finally chose and Evelyn showed me the pic. I gave back the tablet and took out my phone. I sent the pic they chose to the agency confirming the location.

Slowly, she pulled her hand from her shorts and licked her own slick off her fingers, tasting herself in the humid dark. A twig snapped behind her. Vivi spun, yanking her tank top down, heart hammering. A figure stepped out of the mist — tall, hooded, face hidden in shadow. The same silhouette from the stakeout photos. In their gloved hands was a slim, ornate metal case. Even in the moonlight, the rubies on the lid caught the light like fresh blood. “You’re early,” the voice said. Female. Low. Distorted by something electronic. Vivi wiped her hand on her shorts, pulse still racing. “You’re the one who called Myra.”

"maybe i can talk to you later.. but not here okay? kasi baka nasa paligid lang yung killer and we have to leave there for the sake of yours.. okay? so just go inside the Car and we should leave this place... hurry up" inalalayan naman nang babae si Ella para isakay sa loob nang kanyang kotse at saka dali daling umalis Maya maya pa ay nakarating na nga sila sa isang Mansion at labis na namangha si Ella sa ganda nang paligid at nang bahay ngunit sa kabila nang kanyang pag kamangha ay ang pag kabahala at pag kalungkot dahil sa pag kamatay nang kanyang pamilya