Resident Evil Alex Wesker Novels & Stories

All he did was scroll through old photos of me on his phone, one after another. Vivian couldn't stand it. Her temper grew worse by the day. Then, that afternoon, Alex returned to the motel after running errands. The moment he pushed the door open, a sharp, bitter smell hit him. Vivian sat slumped against the headboard. A dark, purplish liquid was dripping from the corner of her mouth. An empty glass vial lay overturned beside her hand. Wolfsbane. The deadliest poison to any werewolf. Even the strongest healing abilities couldn't resist it.

But something about that name… My mind drifts briefly to Evelessa. Her strange powers. Her connection to ancient bloodlines. The way people react to her. The way enemies suddenly start dying around her. No. I shove the thought away immediately. Evelessa is chaos. But she is not a serial killer. Lucian watches me. “You’re thinking too hard.” “I don’t like coincidences.” Alexander stands. “Well if it makes you feel better…” “What.” “If someone is killing rogue wolves…” He shrugs. “They probably deserved it.” Alexis nods.

Silver blood spurted high before evaporating into glowing pieces of ash that were blown away by the night wind of Metropolis. Valerius The Firstborn, the Ancestor who had become the wolf race's darkest nightmare, died solely under the boredom and absolute arrogance of The Alpha King. "Arthur." Alexander touched the earpiece in his ear. "Yes, My King," the deadly butler voice immediately responded. "Send a level five bio-hazard waste cleaning truck. And prepare warm water and black rose petals in the penthouse bathtub. My queen doesn't like the smell of silver blood on my skin." Alexander turned, kicking Valerius' skull off the edge of the roof onto the dark street below, leaving it crushed u

All the elders were seated discussing only heaven knows what. “Why?” I was concerned. “Alex is dead.” My eyes widened at her statement. Alex was one of the Betas of our pack. How did that happen? “How did he die?” I was close to tears, he had always been so nice to me. “He was found lying dead in his room this morning after you left to see Thorsten. We called on Holgar the priest and he told us that this is a warning and many more terrible things are going to happen.” I became so nervous, I gulped hard and kept my eyes fixed on her. I gave her a nod and she continued.

But as the evening wore on, Alex knew he couldn't keep his burdens to himself forever. "Nana, there's something I need to tell you," he began hesitantly. "Something happened in Afghanistan... something I don't fully understand." Nana listened intently as Alex recounted the events of that fateful mission, the ambush, the loss of his team, and the strange transformation that had saved his life. He spoke of the secrets and cover-ups, his resignation, and his fears about his bloodline. "I don't know what happened to me, Nana. I think... I think I might be what you always talked about," Alex said, his voice barely above a whisper. "A werewolf."

you could easily see the bloodshot in his eyes. “You think mommy died from a rare illness?” Alex teased, annoyingly. “I POISONED HER WITH YELLOW WOLFSBANE” Alex blurted out. It was as though he was being possessed by a truth revealing spirit. “I sipped it into her food, month by month, week by week, day by day” Alex said, quietly and looking at Silas, smirking. Silas screamed at the top of his voice and pounced on his old mentor with all his body weight. He transformed to a werewolf and slashed him repeatedly.

Regardless, I had spent my entire life slaying various monsters. I let a single tear roll down my cheek in a controlled fashion before skillfully wiping it away with the tip of my index finger. "If you are asking whether or not it is lethal, his mother devised it in such a way that it would kill. Let me tell you." Alex remarked this as we made our way to the tree together. There is a vampire hiding within her team. He arranged each and every one of these things with great care, and there is no question that you are already familiar with him. He is...”

The distress which originated from my own. "I'm fine." I cleared my voice and straightened my back. There was no time for me to be a weakling. Life was not a walk on rose petals and our enemies would not be merciful. I glanced furtively at my attacker's dead body. Werewolves were so repulsive. Apparently, they didn't mind abusing minors. "I'll get the head." Alex rushed to the corpse, pulling out his dagger.

He was sitting on the wheelchair August had brought for him and he hated it at the first sight but the doctors had already cleared it that he had to use it for at least a week until he is fully healed. “Tell me, did your mother knew that he was your mate?” I nodded silently. I was feeling like a young girl brought to the principal’s office. “Okay, now. What is the matter with the witches?” he asked this time more sternly. I know he was really angry since I said their names. “They have some kind of blade. The blade that could kill the alpha.” I said and it caught his attention because his eyes widened. Now, it was my cue to turn the tables.

“I've helped you get the immortality you desire, and now I'm helping you again, controlling Barbara so that she can kill the victims that you will make sacrifices for me.” Reksa stepped forward, approaching Hugo with a breath that smelled like a mixture of sulfur and wet tar. The devil gripped the Cursed's shoulder, making him grit his teeth in the pain and heat from Reksa's hands. Within seconds, Reksa's form was no longer human, but like a real devil, flaming red and black. Hugo's shoulders slowly smoked, but not the slightest sign of fire could come out.