Resident Evil Book Novels & Stories

Instead, it smelled faintly of rain. Fresh earth. Living forests. Valerie stared into the darkness. A staircase curved downward beyond sight. She felt no invitation. Only possibility. The difference mattered. The Continuum had always tempted. This simply waited. Evelyn hesitated. "I've never seen this open." Valerie believed her. Some doors could not be forced. They could only be reached. She lifted the Origin Book carefully. The silver glow remained inside the stone even after the book left the centre of the circle. Another heartbeat echoed upward.

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

Soon, the air was clear of smoke and Amren immediately collapsed on the cold floor. Rhysand lay on the bed while Amren lay on the floor. The room quiets down after witnessing the forbidden ritual take place under their watch, the book of Resurrection on the table. Cold air blew into the room and flung open the chapters of the book, Witch Resurrection Dose. There the chapter of the book was written. "The Consequences of This Ritual is the exchange of the witch's life....INTERCHANGE OF DEATH AND LIFE....The Doer Dies, The Dead comes back to life"

A war already started when Lilith sent that first bloody threat letter to me and she was going to drown in it. Charlie was working on unlocking the hidden page of the Book of the Undead since we had it in our custody. It would’ve been faster if Silverclaw’s Zeta could’ve joined him and helped but no… Adrian wasn’t answering our fucking letters and it’s made me a bundle of edgy nerves.

Evans said and Hazel placed the book on the table and wasted no time in turning the first page. She saw that it was blank and she took a quick glance at Mr. Evans before standing upright. She muttered something which was no doubt a spell and she placed her hand on the book. When she took her hand off, she saw a drop of red ink which started to form into words and she read, “The body is made mortal but there is an immortal body. If triggered, the inner body is quickened. The Chosen One shall make atonement on the land of ashes.”

Will I thank him because it didn't work out? I just frowned at him and sat down in the empty chair and started writing. The paper feels normal and also the pen. Your Majesty, I'm sorry if I made you worried about going out without telling you where I'm going. But there are more important things that I need you to know. I met my father, Elias. We already found some clues about Venenata Negra on how to destroy it. But we found more beyond that. We found out that the cause of the death of all faeries was the curse of Venenata Negra. The fountain of youth was the remnant of the tree. The Venenata Negra will resurrect the dead but they are coming back as evil entities. I'm afraid that our most fe

Gemma knelt down and struggled for a few minutes to pry up the old floorboard. Sure enough, under a layer of grey dust lay a cracked mirror and an old leather-bound book. “Oh, wow. I see what you mean by it looking creepy. That book reminds me of the book from the movie Evil Dead, but smaller. You think it’s a diary or a grimoire?” “A what?” “A grimoire. A witch’s spellbook. Like a cookbook for spells and potions.” “I don’t know.” Gemma handed the book up to Becky and set the mirror on the bed carefully. “Mind the mirror, it’s broken in the corner.”

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, Drew and Jette faced the uncertain day ahead—a day that held the promise of unraveling the mysteries that lingered in the shadows of dreams and the echoes of a past that seemed to resurface in the most unexpected ways. The dawn broke with hues of soft pinks and golds, casting a gentle glow upon the apartment as Jette and Drew sat on the edge of their bed, grappling with the residual unease from the night's disturbance. The old journal, a silent witness to the unfolding events, lay between them like a bridge between reality and the inexplicable. "Drew," Jette began, her voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and determination, "the book from my

This is it, his victory, all of his preparation, his planning, it all leads to this, him acquiring the book. In the past it was called by a lot of different names, it was passed down from a lot of people, families, and even leaders of countries. All of which succumbed to its evil, its malice. The book is an entity by itself, corrupting each and everyone who possesses it. It has already traveled to different nations and countries. It was called by different names; Księga umarłych, Totenbuch, Cartea morților, or its most famous name the book of the dead. The keepers called it “Necromantia”. He turned his head looked down below, the town of Crowsdale looms down in the valley. Lights from hundre

Erada searched the shelves, since 54 was in Vince's body, he could also reach the shelves, even as they searched they couldn't find any book related to soul shifters. She was about to give up when she pushed open a drawer and she found the book she was looking for, as she picked up the book, she had a sudden feeling of de-ja-vu, it was black and it looked almost like a journal, the words 'soul slayers' was inscribed on it with gold. Erada heard the sound of the door being opened and she froze. She tried hiding behind the shelf as the figure came into view, it was Rivera, she was dressed in her night robes and her face looked somewhat pale, Erada tried so hard to control her anger, very soon