Resident Evil Book Novels & Stories

Whatever this is, involves Liberty, and if it involves her, it’s just as much my business as theirs. They both look at Esme. “Were you there, or are you yet to be there?” Christian demands loudly enough to make Liberty jump. “Both.” Esme stares at her hands and whispers her response. “Seriously! What the fuck aren’t you saying?” I jump to my feet, ready to lose my shit, they asked us all to be here but tell us nothing. Zander nods in Uriel’s direction. “You should take a look at this.” Uriel puts the book on the table and my stomach hits the floor. ‘Vampyres or Vampires? – An encyclopaedia of fact, fiction and food sources.’ What the actual fuck?

Maybe I should do my independent research without my vampire guru this time. I tossed the books on my bed when I reached home. Mom was going to be real late tonight for she had a night shift at the hospital. I would read about vampires for once and for all. Then I snatched one of the nearest books and began skimming it on my bed. One book was about the history, origins and other general information about vampires, and also another was all about the folkloric tales and legends of various cultures and places. Only a few pages mentioned about the children of vampires and humans. And of course, they were exactly what Cammie had told me. I slammed the book shut.

the book greeted while showing its grotesque long yellow teeth, “I see you’re getting older and uglier than the last time we’ve met…” Nicolas grunted, “I am doing better than you, apparently,” he said while observing the book closely. “What’s the meaning of this, Jeremiah?” Aaron seemed to be angry to see the source of all-evil appear in his trial room, “Explain yourself?” Jeremiah grabbed Armadale, opened the second page of his grimoire and showed the pestilence spell diagram that Armadale absorbed from King Victor cadaver.

My heart skipped. I moved closer, scanning the titles until one name leapt out at me like a struck nerve. Dead Viles… The moment I read it, my stomach twisted to nausea. I pulled the text free and opened it, my fingers trembling despite myself. Unlike Lunareeth, this book was filled with dense writing, diagrams etched in faded ink, and warning seals pressed into the margins. Dead Viles. A deadly, ancient poison. I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill…

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.

"Wait a moment. I'll find a book that contains information about the incident. Damian walked away, leaving Alex still standing, staring at Damian's library. "Here it is!" Damian shouted soon after. "Come on, come here Alex!" He invited Alex to sit down at a large table in the centre of the room. On the table was a large book sealed with a metal chain. Damian opened the chain with the same gold key. He opened the book carefully. On the first page of the book were The legacy that once was.. Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction.

Yet Elias’s presence behind her reminded her of loyalty, of protection, of another kind of fire—one she could rely on without questioning. Shaking herself, she turned back to the Codex. Her fingers traced the silver symbols, and the book opened on its own, revealing pages filled with ink that shimmered like liquid shadow. The words were indecipherable at first, swirling and shifting, but slowly, patterns emerged. Ancient spells, instructions for summoning and controlling shadows, notes about bloodlines and forbidden pacts… Evelyn’s eyes widened. She realized that everything Lucien and Elias had warned about, every secret Ava had hinted at, was contained within this single book. And the book

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled with books bound in leather that looked suspiciously like skin. "Where do we start?" I whispered, overwhelmed. "Section X," Killian said, walking straight to the back. " The Anomalies." We spent hours pulling books. The Red Moon of 1402. The Feral Plague. The Betrayal of the South. Dust coated my fingers. My back ached. But I kept reading. "Here," Killian said suddenly. His voice was tight. I rushed over to the table where he was standing. He had a massive, crumbling book open.

Indeed, as she looked at them now, she almost felt as if vampires would rise from each one of them. But as she walked, what really struck her was the floor. There, in the distance, was a series of shapes, protruding from the floor. As she got close, she could see that it was a cluster of tombs, embedded in the floor, marble shapes of human beings, supine, rising up from the floor itself. It was as if the floor were a living graveyard, as if these bodies were getting ready to rise. She thought of the sarcophagi in the cloisters in New York, and she felt certain that this was a sacred place for vampires. She sensed an energy coming off of one of them, and she leaned in close, and read the insc

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.