روايات وقصص ضمن Resident Evil: Afterlife Novel

"It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers." "Oh." Now, that caught my attention. "Definitely my type of story." I flipped the book to read its description on the back. "That's actually the last of the Agnis Trilogy." She fetched a couple of books from where I pulled the one on my hand and placed both over it. "First is The City of Flame, next is The Kingdom of Blades, and this, of course, is last." She tapped the books one by one. "Ah, thank you for telling, but

A dead whore. A dead whore who was still in bed in Nevi’s house. I’d read quite a few books on spirituality and the afterlife. They are topics I’ve always had a strong interest in. What did they say about dying? Oh yes… Souls that are stuck in the fourth dimension create a comfortable and familiar surrounding for themselves. Was I stuck in Nevi’s house for eternity? Alone? If so, this was hell for sure.

Near the small town of Hallow Groove, Her hauntingly beautiful green eyes scanned the scene, taking in the gruesome aftermath of the murder. The victim lay crumpled on the ground, a look of terror frozen on her lifeless face. The huntress could sense the lingering presence of the killer, a dark and malevolent energy that sent shivers down her spine. "Tsk..another lycan murder," She hissed It had been some time since Dante Helsing had inspected a murder scene, and he relished the opportunity. As he removed his black gloves to inspect the body, a tingle ran down his spine. The scene looked all too familiar.

"It just seemed a bit... Far-fetched." "We live in another universe, with demons who are practically immortal and can do magic with a snap of their fingers." I said incredulously. "I'm dating Satan!" I whisper-yelled with a disbelieving shake of my head. "But the idea that there is an actual... Afterlife, is far-fetched for you?" Elyse led us into another hallway, where more things laid on the floor. There was stuff EVERYWHERE. In every corner, on every wall, even on the ceiling. Micah was a hoarder.

"She had been your father's chosen mate before he found his fated one in Bo. You weren't supposed to survive that poisoned pregnancy. Adele's twisted goal was to kill you both through that slow toxin. But when you miraculously survived...and her own child came into this world stillborn...she switched you at birth. Of course, Abigail came to quickly realized the foul play when she couldn't fix back her daughter, and she wanted revenge. She could have easily killed Adele, but that wasn't enough. Her idea of revenge was letting Adele destroy her own child." "Eva was a stillborn. She was born dead. How is she even here? How is she alive?" "I am certain even you have heard about Abigail De'Cresce

I was sinking into the bed of flowers. I looked around for something—anything—that I could use to stabilize myself, but I was sinking fast. "Fuck this!" I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness my fall. Is it possible for someone to die again in the afterlife, because I may likely be the first? I could imagine what my obituary would be like; here lies the spirit of Isabella, who dies in the afterlife.

Yet, the pain remained insistent. “Can you leave me alone?” I mumbled. It was very annoying. What could I do to get done good sleep? Isn’t it common courtesy to not disturb the dead? “So I haven’t just been playing with a dead body. Hmm.” A strong, yet feminine voice said. What was that? I wondered. I didn’t know that the afterlife was going to be like this. Wait… I turned opening my eyes, and to my surprise light flooded through my lashes. It was too bright for me to take in at first, but I blinked multiple times and I was finally able to take.

Histories, myths, philosophies—every book was a whisper of the past. Ashara’s gaze stopped on a particular section on the far wall, its books older, darker in design, and faintly ominous. Something about the curling silver script caught her attention. One of the titles read: Nocturnae Vitae: The Legacy of the Blood Born. Her breath hitched. “Vampires?” she murmured, tilting her head.

She quickly went back inside, feeling a sharp pain she couldn’t explain. “Babe, come on, let’s go to the bedroom and continue this. I’m a little tipsy.” Gabriel carried Jennifer to their room, laid her on the bed, and kissed her again. She responded eagerly. He took off her top and bottom, kissed her passionately, his hands and lips exploring her body until he finally entered her. They both grew exhausted and eventually fell asleep.

It made sense to him that Adrian had lost his mind and had murdered these innocent families, those children. “Okay look at these. I found them in my father’s house after his funeral,” Adrian said and handed Robert three old books, bound in leather. Robert opened the first book and began to read. It held accounts of wolf sightings, transformation ceremonies, councils, people with powers, how to kill a wolf and much more. There were detailed drawings and Robert could tell by the faded ink that the books were old indeed. Adrian knew the truth.