Executioner Resident Evil 5 Novels & Stories

The hatred, the dominance, the smacks and the curses—it all felt ingrained deep inside his heart as if that had been his role all along. "If you disobey me again..." Nate folded his arms, glancing around the room before remembering that there was a knife laying on the floor a few steps away. He snorted, reaching for it and leaning towards Dante, viciously gripping his jaw with his thumb and index finger, lifting his face to eye the sharp blade of the knife. "You'll get a slice for every time you don't follow my orders. Do I make myself clear?"

The screen flickered. “She’s going to find this eventually. And when she does… she’ll have to choose between destroying the system or becoming it.” Evelyn sat back, pulse hammering. Destroy the system... or become it. Her phone buzzed again. A new message from an unknown number: “Vex is dead. The Fifth Division knows you have the drive. Get out now.” She looked at the door. Footsteps outside. Evelyn reached for her gun — but not fast enough.

“I understand.” “Good.” Ethan let her go, stepping back as he keyed a sequence into his armored watch. Across the city, in the sub-zero server room, the air was thick with smoke and the metallic tang of fresh blood. Noah was backed into a corner, his hands raised, his eyes wide with a terror that bypassed logic. The monitors that had been bleeding data just moments before were now shattered, sparking violently into the freezing air. On the floor, lying in a completely motionless heap, was Devon. The execution had been brutally, flawlessly efficient. Two operatives in matte-black tactical gear, bearing the Blackwell insignia, stood over the body.

The doctor survived and asked the authority to close the case in order to cover up his negligence as a medical practitioner in exchanged of money. William tried to continue the investigation for he believed that Makar did it because of his daughter. But Gen. Arnold Thumper, the chief of police, framed him up which led to termination. After leaving his job, he worked in his father’s group of private detectives so that he could still perform his former duty as an investigator.

of the Owerri rumors anymore; he was a man trying to outrun a god complex with nothing but a scalpel and a prayer. "The antidote is stable, Elara," Julian whispered, his voice cracking. He held up a single vial of clear, shimmering fluid. "But the delivery system is locked. Victor has rerouted the atmospheric vents. If I inject this into the rig’s main line, it won't just cure Leo... it will neutralize every 'Sequence 5' child on the planet. It ends the Vane legacy." I stepped toward him, my boots clicking on the sterile floor. The rig groaned beneath us, a deep, metallic shriek of shifting steel as the first stage of the decommissioning began.

It was a carefully planned "accident" that made me lose my child and my consciousness. Meanwhile, the mastermind lived her days in peace. With a quick glance at Zachary, I said, "Show him that video." Zachary nodded, then turned the television on. In the video, a man lifted his identification and tried to avoid the camera. Upon hearing the warning that was said to him, he spoke up in a shaky voice. "Hitting Riley because of drunk-driving wasn't an accident. Selena Tanner was the one who told me to do so.

“And you threw it away for more. That’s the part I’ll never understand.” Michael shrugged. “Power is the only thing that matters in the end, you know that.” “No,” Ocean said. “It isn’t.” He stepped back. Vincent gave the nod. The executioner...a man who had done this before and would never speak of it...raised the gun. Traditional, and one shot to the back of the head. Michael closed his eyes at the last second. He whispered something that might have been a prayer, or a curse, or names. No one would ever know.

The fifth bond was nothing like the others. Veyra had expected it to be a surge of passion, a crackling storm like the others, like the ones with Kael, Zevi, Rune, and Lioren. She had imagined it would come like lightning—sudden and violent, an electric connection that would bind her to her fifth mate with the force of a storm. But this bond, the fifth, was different. It didn't arrive as a whisper. It didn't ease into her senses with the quiet, comforting pulse of connection.

I stood up, holding Elle tight, and backed toward the window. "It's over, Rex! The codes are gone! I deleted the drive!" "You're lying!" Rex screamed. He grabbed my hair, pulling me toward him. "The codes are in your head! I’ll carve them out if I have to!" He raised the knife again, but then he froze. He looked down at his chest. A small, silver dart was buried in his neck. His eyes went wide, and his grip on my hair loosened. He stumbled back, his hands clawing at the air.

The cage in my chest rattled violently. “You killed her,” I whispered. “You burned my home. You murdered my father.” “I didn’t kill her.” He shrugged, utterly indifferent. “I just opened the door for the rogues. Elena Ashford gave the orders. I was merely the executioner.” He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming. “And you, little wolf, are the unfinished business.” He uncorked the vial. The dark liquid hissed, releasing a foul, acrid scent that made my stomach turn.