Novel & Cerita Resident Evil 8 Fanfiction

he murmured, his words filled with a bittersweet reverence. They adorned Catalina's grave with freshly picked flowers, symbolizing their everlasting love for her. With heavy hearts, they turned away and slowly made their way back to the castle, the weight of their loss lingering in the air like a haunting melody. That night, as darkness enshrouded the world, Visenya tossed and turned in her sleep, her dreams plagued by restless shadows. Suddenly, she jolted awake, her piercing scream shattering the stillness of the night, echoing the depths of her terror.

He turned to look at Damien Damien was one irresponsible vampire that cared not for the life of anyone. Damien's hands were soaked in thousands of people's blood. He literally killed for fun. Watching Damien care for a life for the first time in his existence made Alden question what his connection with the lady was "Bring her" Alden replied and walked out of the room. Damien carried Elsie and followed Alden into another room which had medical instruments in it

The smell of rotting flesh and vomit welled up as a dark figure began to climb up over the two females. Isabella shut her eyes a moment as light surrounded her protecting her at the same time. She saw a vision of an ancient forgotten race of men who were much taller and very evil. They had reddish hair and long skulls. Their eyes were dark and filled with malice. All at once she understood everything they had done and who they were today. The knowledge that was hidden on purpose by them flooded into Isabella all at once from deep within her mind. She opened her eyes. “So, you chose the smallest and weakest among us as your prey. You raped them. You killed them. You ate them. You are filth. Y

Lila Voss lay tangled in her sheets, the soft glow of her laptop the only light in her small apartment bedroom. It was past midnight, but sleeping felt impossible. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she finished the latest chapter of her smutty Kai Lennox fanfiction. __________________________________ ’YN’s butt hit the cool marble of the kitchen counter, a gasp escaping her lips as Kai lifted her effortlessly, settling her on the edge. His dark eyes burned into hers, full of hunger as he gripped her thighs, spreading them wide.

We both groan in unison, just under our breath, at the injustice of a week more of school. “Pfft, they're not my friends anyway.” Eve can't help herself, and I throw her a pointed stare that seems to penetrate something in her attitude and makes her pipe down. She turns away to stare out of the window instead. “This is done for now. It’s late, and we all need to get some sleep. Go shower, both of you. That muddy coloured ash you are caked in is the charred, vulgar remains of hundreds of dead vampires from a decade ago…. might want not to be breathing it in or wearing it like a second skin. It’s dead ferals.”

As he traversed the forgotten paths between worlds, his thoughts turned ever toward the sisters who had cast him out. At last, the Eighth's opportunity arrived. He cornered Lyssa in the shadows of her own sanctuary. His plea twisted logic, if she would only embrace him, surely the others would follow. Her refusal ignited his rage. What followed was violation of both spirit and flesh, a desecration that left her collapsed upon cold stone. Hours later, her sisters discovered what remained of her dignity, shattered like temple offerings upon an abandoned altar. The Eighth had fled like a coward, not to be seen or heard of for a thousand years.

I glare up at Levi Crosswalk, hatred tightening every muscle in my face. "I reject you, Levi Crosswalk, and I will never be your mate—in this life or the next!" I spit, venom dripping from every word. His jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists. "And I reject you, Anastasia Purrey. I hereby break the mate bond between us. You’re free to prostitute yourself wherever you choose." His words are cold, cruel, deliberate. The insult lands like a slap. I raise my hand—rage burning in my veins—but he catches it midair and yanks me close. Too close. I can feel his breath against my cheek.

“I think you might be dead though. Ronan never did like sharing his room with others.” Another big push from Elvie and I saw us slide her towards Corridor Eight. Realising our intentions Corina screamed again. A loud blood-curling wail that made my ears pop and left her retching. I wished for the strength to just roll her straight in there but with all my weight loss it was a struggle to shove her. She resisted every inch. She might have been evil enough to scheme with him but was just as afraid of him as the rest of us.

He pushed me at an arm's length away from him but still didn't let go of my shoulders and said staring straight into my eyes. "I will never hurt anyone you love. Your sister was never abducted. Pure-blooded vampires have special abilities. I have telepathy and Damon has hypnotism, the ability to tamper with someone’s memories and brain.” My head felt like it was going to explode. What kind of plot twist was this now?