Executioner Resident Evil 5 Novels & Stories

Olegario Rey had realized that the serial killer was not just one, but two different people. He was on the close trail of who those two people were… By going after Roger who was one of the main targets of the assassin, he would discover the truth... Olegario was sure that the lesbian executioner was one of them, but what about the other? The notes they had left were from different people and that, for a detective like Olegario, was an easy solution. Following Roger, he saw that he was heading to his office in the Holy Order, Olegario could see the shadow of someone closing the door. An argument was heard. Olegario kicked the door open and pointed out to the subject that he had an iron mask.

Kael roared, his obsidian-staff slamming into the chest of a Liquidator-Elite. ​The emerald light from his staff didn't just strike; it Infected. A network of black vines sprouted from the Liquidator’s armor, turning the Directorate’s high-tech soldier into a biological statue in a matter of seconds. ​The Final Handshake ​Inside the engine room, Elena finally reached the server-core. She didn't use her blades. She placed her bare, obsidian palms against the violet-glowing processors. ​"Leo," she whispered. "Now."

His eyes locked on me, unblinking, the way they always did; like the rest of the planet had gone dark and I was the only light left. “Voronin confirmed it an hour ago, again” he said, voice smooth, almost bored, but I heard the razor underneath. “The Executioner left Russian airspace eight nights ago. Private Gulfstream, tail number masked, flight plan filed to Cyprus then vanished. He’s been dark ever since.” Dante’s entire body went rigid against mine. “He’s here.” “Possible,” Nico answered, still speaking only to me. “Probable. Until I hear otherwise, we treat it as certain.”

The wind howled like a beast over the Baltic rooftops. Elena—no, ’Revenant’ - moved like a shadow through it, cloaked in a stealth suit that warped with the light. Her breath ghosted in the sub-zero air as she crouched on the lip of a shattered window, eyes locked on the bunker beneath the frozen concrete courtyard below. Inside, one of Luca Moretti’s inner circles – Commander Rhys Vale – was holding a black-site briefing on the Eidolon system’s next activation phase. Rhys was brutal, brilliant, and paranoid. He’d killed his brother for whispering the wrong name in his sleep.

“Boss, we’ve got a problem. Black-site’s reporting, Victor’s cell is empty. No breach, no alarms. He’s gone.” My blood froze. Elena’s hand tightened on Mamá’s, her face paling. Alexander’s jaw clenched, his eyes darting to the windows. “No,” I whispered, my laptop booting, fingers flying. “I locked him out. I burned everything.” But the screen pinged; a signal, faint but alive. “You missed me, kid. Phase 5: your code’s mine now. – V.” 6:30 p.m. – Estate lockdown

Instead, it was filled with the mundane, beautiful sounds of a city waking up—the rhythmic sweeping of brooms, the distant cry of a fishmonger, and the low, steady hum of the Ares-enabled grid providing free, localized power to the market stalls. But for Elena Vance and Killian Vanderwall, the world had shrunk to the infinitesimal space between them. Elena’s hand remained pressed against her stomach, her eyes locked on the digital readout of the Atuabo sensors. The "Fifth Signature" wasn't a ghost from 1956 or a hidden tycoon in a high-rise. It was a heartbeat. Killian moved toward her, his face pale beneath the Ghanaian sun. He didn't look like the Ice Tycoon who had commanded boardrooms, n

Each thread ended in a rusted steel treble hook, and on every hook dangled a severed human jawbone, clicking rhythmically as the draft blew through the tunnel. "A biological sentry," Dr. Vane whispered, stepping back, his hand fumbling at the brass holster on his belt. "A dead-lock executioner. It doesn't hunt by scent or sight. It reacts to sound and pressurized fluid shifts." "It reacts to marrow," Cattleya corrected quietly. She reached into her sleeve, her fingers wrapping around the cold, textured grip of her heavy bone-saw. "Look at his sternum."

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

I wiped my tears as it is starting to come out, I am not this weak. I don’t know why this thing got me emotional, is it because of remembering my mother and Quinn’s death? Or is it because I hated myself for trying to understand what Alarick and Convel are saying? “You might say that you do not kill, but does your leader agree with the both of you?” I asked. I saw Alarick once having the power to command the guards on the cell, maybe he is the head of the dungeon and he is entrusted to squeeze pieces of information from me.

Tell DIANA Command 55 energize! Trevor: DIANA, Command 55, energize! DIANA: Orders accepted, executing captain emergency retrieve. Trevor notices a beam of light hits him... he slowly floats. He grabs Rerillion's arm with both of his hands, exerting all his strength to hold on. Trevor: What... no... DIANA; cancel my last command... Rerillion: Escape this world, Trevor, live for the both of us...