Raccoon City Incident Novels & Stories

Elena's team stabilized 7,000 of the 25,000 transformed victims in Miami, but they had to execute the remaining 18,000 who were too far gone to save. Detroit and Miami accounted for 40,000 human deaths during containment operations and 1,200 wolf deaths from fighting unstable hybrids or being infected during close-quarters combat. Rebecca's government-issued demand came six hours after Miami was declared secure and was meant to break the fragile supernatural alliance formed during the crisis response.

Maisy swore, shoved another missile into Jeremy's launcher, and yelled, "Ahora!" It sailed through a window, struck the floor, and made a hole. The debris landed on the first floor control center, killed the watch commander, and destroyed the communication console. The computer known as L. A. Central sensed the problem, routed the 26th precinct's voice, data, and video to the next station on the grid, and waited for an acknowledgement. None came. Police, half of whom worked for a subsidiary of Zuon Inc. and most of whom were data pushers, administrators and exsecurity guards, boiled out of the 26th and into the streets. That was a mistake. The Jack Heads opened fire.

The city didn’t sleep that night. Neither did Aria. By dawn, three unrelated incidents dominated the news cycle—an unexplained warehouse fire near the docks, a high-speed collision involving an unregistered vehicle, and a sudden blackout across a financial district that lasted exactly eleven minutes. Each event was dismissed as coincidence. Together, they formed a message. “They’re stress-testing boundaries,” Ethan said, his voice low over the secure channel. “Seeing how much disruption they can cause without drawing a response.”

The screen showed a city. Or what was left of one. Buildings folded inward like crushed paper. Streets warped, angles wrong—too sharp, too smooth, like reality had been edited instead of destroyed. Emergency feeds scrolled endlessly at the bottom, all repeating the same phrase in different languages: SPONTANEOUS EVENT — CAUSE UNKNOWN Saint went pale. “That’s not a bomb.” Riven felt it immediately. The Crown reacted with a low, aching thrum. “That’s a correction,” Riven said quietly. “They didn’t like something that city was becoming.”

On day five, I understood why they wanted me in the dark. The news ticker at the bottom of the screen was a rolling obituary for the city’s peace. "Last night, the heart of Havenfall was ripped open by a coordinated strike from independent crews," the anchor said, her face tight with manufactured concern. "Two Cocolink enforcers were executed at the perimeter. The aftermath? Three bank vaults emptied, a dozen high-end residential hits, and five bodies in the morgue."

“Don’t bother with the building plans. These old buildings are more times than enough not recorded properly. We need the city vampires to tell us what they can remember about this area and the past. I know at least one of the NARC enforcers is a vampire. Maybe they can use their connections to get some information?” “I’ll send their representative a message about this idea. It’s a long shot, but it’s possible. I mean, it’s odd we haven’t encountered any rogue or lone wolves. Not even a human vagrant. I know it’s raining, but… It’s odd for this city. This wasn’t a city that stopped because of a little rain or snow. It had to be dumped in the matter of minutes or hours to slow it down. They ha

Ethan rubbed his forehead. “This is still insane.” Raven finally looked around the destroyed street. “We can’t stay here.” Lucian raised an eyebrow. “Why not? I’m enjoying the view.” Raven pointed toward the distance. Police sirens were already echoing across the city. And far beyond that… More monster roars could still be heard. “Because the entire city is about to notice what happened here,” she said. Lucian sighed. “Fair point.” Ethan looked at Raven. “So where do we go?”

I thought of Candido’s mother and was still sure that she had been a member of the Blue Moon Pack. “You will turn over everything you have to the interpack police and give them access to all these sites. With any luck, there might still be evidence around the newer sites and some sort of clue that wasn’t in the newer ones. Criminals, terrorists, etc. tend to get better over time.” Candido blew out harshly. “Tell me about the most recent incident. You mentioned that your economy has been disrupted by all these attacks.” “… I’ve had to close a lot of the theaters and public venues. Just last weekend, a man went on a rampage. Nearly killed most of the theater. The pack police had to kill him to

We burst through the hidden cliffside exit, tumbling out onto the sandy, rocky ridge just as the earth beneath our feet began to violently shudder. BOOM. A muffled, subterranean roar thundered from the heart of the city. The entire peak of Millbrook went up in flames. Plumes of black smoke and brilliant orange fire erupted from the vent shafts, lighting up the gray morning sky like a dying star. The facility, the research, the syringes, and the corrupted monsters were entirely gone. Leveled to the ground. I sank into the sand, my chest heaving as I looked down at Seraphina.

Then that accident happened. Riker and I were visiting another pack, working on making a deal with both the Solar Wraith Pack and Wraith Corporation when Werewolf Hunters barged in, their guns already firing bullets before anyone could react. One had managed to graze Riker’s head just enough to knock him unconscious. The Alpha we were visiting was shot in the heart and died just as his Warriors had appeared and killed the Werewolf Hunters in a rage.