Resident Evil: Afterlife Novel Novels & Stories

It was the sound of something ending—and something, however fragile, beginning. "Lucien?" Kael whispered from the dark ahead. "I'm here," Lucien replied, his boots sinking into the muck. "What if we’re already dead?" Lucien paused, listening to the drip of the water and the distant, fading screams of the collapsing spire. He reached out, his hand finding Kael’s shoulder, warm and solid in the freezing gloom. "If we’re dead," Lucien said, his voice echoing off the damp, narrow walls, "then the afterlife is a hell of a lot more honest than the Spire."

the cold that settled inside me then had nothing to do with the night air. “What are you talking about?” my voice cracked harder than I wanted it to. the elder looked at the creature standing behind me before answering. “That thing is not the curse.” He said. “It is what remains after the curse is done.” The elder’s words seemed to hollow the air around me.

Come pick a bouquet from these Flowers in a Dumpster. Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn—where the secretly guilty go to die. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every deadly mistake, every drop of spilled blood is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia—Are there truths within the books we read? What if the book delves into the lives of the very town you live in? People you know? Or thought you knew. These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up.

EMMA My body felt hot—too hot. A sharp headache hit me immediately I dared to part my eyelids. My gaze rested on a ceiling. Not familiar, but that wasn’t the reason my heart skipped ten beats at once, nor was it the reason my throat suddenly went dry when the rays of sunlight from the window kissed my face. Only one question continued to echo in my mind. Was this the afterlife? The room was so pretty, I was convinced it would was. It had to be. I had never heard of anyone surviving such poison, especially not a wolfless one like me.

As I close my eyes, I perceive peace, that I didn't felt before. I opened my eyes, I found myself laying on the clouds. “Am I dead?” I whispered, as I stand up I saw Ava, the mother and the creator of the werewolves, she was so stunning to see, she was covered with clouds around her body, and her crown are designed by the moon, which she represents. “Agatha, welcome to the afterlife.” she greeted me. “Ava, I don't want to die. I don't want to be ended in this afterlife, please help me.” I uttered, but she was staring at me waiting for me to continue what I said.

It was a biometric handprint, surrounded by needles. ​I placed my hand on the glass. ​The needles pierced my skin. The world disappeared in a flash of white-hot data. ​I wasn't in the ship anymore. I was in a digital cathedral of golden light. And sitting on a throne at the far end was Silas. ​He wasn't a man here; he was a god, his form made of shifting code and ancient secrets. ​"Welcome to the afterlife, Nora," Silas said, standing up. "Ready to see what the Sterling family is actually for?"

I lived in poverty, and I was constantly on the run. I tried to prove who I was, but no one believed me. Everyone thought I was insane. I begged Sia desperately to switch us back. She pretended to agree, then lured me to the rooftop and shoved me from the 33rd floor. The last thing I saw before I hit the ground was her twisted expression, overflowing with ecstatic joy. "With your death, your identity will be mine alone!" she exclaimed. It was only then that I realized the censer Sia had bought online was a cursed relic. She lit the special incense and made her wishes to it. Over time, she was able to swap bodies with a chosen person and steal their identity.

She glanced toward Benji, not wanting to see Peabody’s waxen face or unblinking eyes or ghoulish grin. He stood, her beloved. His body abandoned and forgotten, the memory of who he was waited, his eyes on the ceiling. All those failures feeding your shadow. Peabody’s breath was cold against her cheek as he smiled, his eyes, too, lifting skyward to the dusty, dingy, yellow stretch above. And now, your trip into forever. And against all reason, her thoughts too slow to stop her, she looked up. On the ceiling above, the dead lived. But not the rats and beetles and bugs and snakes she feared waited in the hidden spaces of Eidolon. No. This was a seething swarm of human souls fighting what felt l

I was too ugly to be seen at that point. I buried my head between my legs, wondering... Now I'm dead, does the original Serena take possession of her body now, or is the body discarded as just a villainous tigress? Why do I feel so unaccomplished? I folded up in the void, lying down. I know I looked ridiculous, but I was lonely. Then a blinding light engulfed me. I was raised high into the clouds before being dropped carefully, my bare feet touching the clouds. On the light frame was written AFTERLIFE in bold letters, and beneath it, in italics, HELL.

It was also my birthday, but no one remembered it. Marco and the others left and locked the door. The basement was plunged into darkness. Only my corpse silently lay there, but my soul could see everything. I saw the hidden camera flashing red in the ventilation duct. It was recording everything, transmitting it to the cloud storage I had preset. The password was 0713—the day I met Calvin Simmon. How ridiculous. Even my password in this act of revenge was related to him. What was even more ridiculous was that my soul drifted into the banquet hall, where I saw Calvin in a black suit standing beside Susan, looking at her tenderly. My sister, the person who killed me, was wearing a white dress