Resident Evil Characters Male Novels & Stories

Black liquid, blood, soaked the dirty carpet; some of them had splashed onto her face and her khaki coat. “He’s so hot, even in death,” Marc said from her side. His name was Marcus, but everyone called him Marc. “It’s an incubus. Of course, it’s good-looking. Stop talking like that about a dead body. Disgusting.” Danica shut him up. Her coat stripped off, she wiped the smelly blood off of her face with it.

Remi did not look fine and dry heaved after realising he woke up in a coffin. When Charlie woke up, Zen thought he would be screaming too. The Gambler woke up with a start in his coffin but did not start screaming like Remi. Instead, he fired his coin bullets with powerful finger flicks in Father Clarence’s direction with the deadliest glare Zen never knew the teen had in him. Thankfully, NPCs were indestructible, and the clergyman calmly reassured Charlie he was safe under the protection of the gods in the chapel as if Charlie did not try to kill him three seconds ago.

Moments Later [Rina POV] The ward was purged. Well-wishers gone. Nurses gone. Silence so heavy it felt like being buried alive. Two men sat at the foot of my bed. Less like visitors. More like harbingers. Lord Dexter Valerius. High Vampire. Council of Ten. His seat cemented in centuries of bloodshed. He fussed over the temperature of my chamomile. Beside him, Morthos Gravemind. Necromancer Overseer. Fellow Council member. Spinning a soul-gem between skeletal fingers.

"Wait.... you're Greed? When we went to the mortal world you we're a woman, h--how are you now a man." Greed smirked at him. "Yes I am that woman. Celeste Valora my other identity but my name is Celes Valora." As he showed his other form then go back to his original form, a man. Tyrel stood there shocked. Caius then hugged him from behind. "He is a man darling, he just loves confusing mortals. But another question how the fuck are you so close to Lust now?" Greed, now in his true male form, tall, golden-eyed, smugly radiant, snaked his hands possessively on Lust's waist. Lust, with his cascade of crimson hair and mischievous pink eyes, leaned in closer with a smile that could melt marble.

A little bit surprised but he didn't look back as he already felt his presence, he knew who it was. "Marek!," Lucian said as he couldn't hide the smile that crept in on his face. Marek is one of Lucian's childhood best friends and also his beta, unlike Lucian's perfect physique, Marek could also pass for a handsome man, he's a blonde hair guy with a round face and cherry full lips. five months back Keres invaded the neighboring village, the hometown of Marek. [Keres are death spirit, though they do not cause people to die they waited for people to die so they could feed on their flesh] Anywhere those ominous spirit stays it becomes erie, cold, and full of wraith.

Valerie jerked up, and the cup fell from her hand and crashed to the ground. “Are you okay?” I asked as Killian got up and trudged towards her, his face filled with worry. “I… I … yes… no…” Valerie stammered. I could tell from her behavior that she wasn't comfortable with how close the man was to her. I didn’t seem to understand why since the man didn’t look harmful, or was it the story of the lordess that freaked her out? The man smiled and shook his head. “I am a legacy vampire. I can't be killed easily,” the man said.

I become fixated on the fact that this hand is suggestively human and wearing a ring on every finger; rings of all gothic themes, particularly a skull, scorpion, talon, jester’s cap and cat’s eye. When the elevator doors reopen, another character steps in wearing a black ankle-length overcoat and a wide-brimmed leather hat that completely hides the face except for a long predatory beak. I instantly recognize the character from my persistent nightmare and chills race each other up and down my spine. For a reason unknown even to my enhanced psychic abilities, this newcomer is carrying a guitar case. His identity, however, is readily clear to me. He’s the muse of heavy metal. Not Satan, contrar

No matter who they were, they all deserved to die. Ray spread out his spatial perception, bringing the entire residential complex under his awareness. He only recognized Gunnr and Astrid by sight, but by gauging cellular strength, he quickly identified Kirk—the curse-user. A man in his twenties, unkempt, with messy hair and stubble. A complete shut-in. Unlike the others, whose rooms all had at least one woman attending them, his room had none. Instead, it was filled with severed legs. Women's legs—freshly cut, arranged neatly in rows.

Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure. The first speaks of a divine curse, where Cain, the Biblical figure marked by God, was condemned to an eternity of bloodlust. His once-human form twisted into a monstrous demon, cursed to wander the earth as the first vampyre. Over centuries, he donned countless identities, his latest mask being none other than William the Conqueror—a warlord whose thirst for blood was rivaled only by his hunger for power.

his eyes were as sharp as the tip of a keen knife. The sound of the club scraping against the floor hurt my ears. His aura was so frighteningly deuced that I even deemed him to be the scariest man I’ve ever seen in my nightmare. But honestly though, ghosts and poltergeists were scarier. I didn’t like them, especially Valak. He must be Valak’s son. On the bright side, he’s the coolest devil I’ve seen so far. He’s taller than me and as I recalled, he’s the foreigner who slipped badly because of my ID.