Resident Evil 8 Daughters Novels & Stories

“He’s waiting for us down there.” I nod. “Then let’s not keep him waiting.” We move down the stairs, deeper and deeper until we reach a giant underground hall. Torches light the walls, and at the far end stands Victor. He looks calm. Smiling. But what makes my blood freeze is the girl standing next to him. My daughter. She’s dressed in black. Her hair is longer now, and her eyes glow red like Victor’s. She doesn’t move when she sees me. “Welcome,” Victor says, his voice smooth. “I knew you’d come, Aria.”

he gave the bag to Yin Yue. "As for these..."he took the little parcel in his hand. "These are the things which can prove our miss' identity as General Jiang's daughter "he said handing over the little parcel to Yin Yue. Inside it,there were the jade ID tags of General Jiang Lin ,Lady Jiang Lin and Yin Yue.She touched them with a heavy heart.In the moment she decided to avenge her parents ,Yin Yue decided to never cry again.Therefore she didn't let her tears out at the moment.

" You already believe what you want to believe. Will it make any difference if I tell you the truth all over again? You are deaf, dumb and blind. " The woman was still persistent. " But who are you? " She begged again. " Oh, don't you know me already. Did you just not introduce me to your daughter as the Daughter of the Damned? " With another wave, she left the room as it was again engulfed in darkness. The only thing left behind was the tingling sensation of sprinkled stardust.

Three threads snapping taut, tied to the same girl. Impossible. Unnatural. Prophecy. I ground my teeth. Elder Mora's words kept echoing in my mind. The Last Daughter shall rise. Born of lost blood, mated to three as one. If she was right, then the Moon Goddess had not blessed us. She had cursed us with a choice: accept the girl and tear apart tradition, or destroy her and risk destroying my sons. Both paths ended in blood. "Why my sons?" I asked her suddenly. "Why all three?"

"Something—" She materialized at the foot of the bed. Not the entity. Someone else. Woman. Beautiful. Terrifying. Ancient beyond comprehension. "Hello, Eva Morrison," she said. "We need to talk." Reaper moved. Put himself between me and the woman. "Who the hell are you?" "I'm the entity's mother," she said simply. "And I'm very, very angry." My blood went ice. "Your—your daughter is contained. She's—" "I know where my daughter is," the woman interrupted. "Locked in basement. Unconscious. Imprisoned. Again. Because of you. Because you and your little family trapped her. Tortured her. Held her captive for two years."

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

She narrowed her eyes at him before responding,"And isn't it a surprise that Winchester demigod was found drunk in someone's backyard, and got saved by a girl who he tortured sometime ago, and probably is getting one of the worst hangovers ever?!" She gave him a very evil smile. "You are Jezebel, Eve, Delilah, Heriodias, and Lucifer's daughter all in one. Thanks for last night anyways. I must have been a mess." "You know even a name from the Bible?" She asked, in mock pretense. "Who would've thought? You're welcome by the way. I gotta go now." She was up from the bed in a second, and in the bathroom packing her stuff in the next.

, damon stated. David understood what he wanted to say and nodded. He picked up his laptop and starting checking about Green. Damon rushed around on the luxurious carpet breathing the toxic cage of ego that he himself had wrapped around him. Within half an hour with two cups of coffee, David rushed to Damon's office. "Sir we found the CCTV, the girl and Green's daughter are the same personality", David said. Damon smirked violently and he slowly closed his eyelids in satisfaction. He was about to initiate a rough game but before that he wanted to fight the woman who had the audacity to create her own rules. Both Damon and david drove at the university where the girl, Eva will be found.

"Show them." Marcus moved to the display screen, connecting my phone. Images appeared: my mother's journal pages, documented deaths of seventh-generation Daughters over two centuries, a paper trail of payments from Council accounts to a witch named Morgana Blackthorn. "You've been systematically eliminating Selene's Daughters for two hundred years," I said. "Every seventh generation, right before their twenty-fifth birthday, dies in convenient accidents. Except I didn't die." "Luna Sera, these documents could be fabricated…" Council Member Torres began.

The smell of gunpowder and blood clung heavy in the air. Ares kicked open a door, his voice sharp. “Clear!” Room after room. Empty. Empty. Empty. Valeria’s throat closed. What if she wasn’t here? What if Damien had lied? Then, a cry. Muffled. Small. Valeria froze. Her head whipped toward the sound. “She’s here!” Ares didn’t hesitate. He followed the sound down a narrow hallway, kicking in another door. And there she was. Her daughter. Bound to a chair, eyes red and swollen, tape across her mouth.