Resident Evil Characters Male Novels & Stories

He walked back to his car. Eros Castillo. A living terror, The devil's son or Lucifer reincarnated were some of the names he was called. The most common was Lucifer reincarnated. Eros Castillo had no feelings for any living thing, he was feared throughout the town and beyond. He was known for two things. He doesn't smile and he has the devil's smirk. To people, it was better he frowned at you than a smirk. He was a very formidable young Mafia lord who has defeated his rivals without effort. He was more feared than respected and runs half of the town's political sector, so he was invincible. But one remarkable thing about him was his face and his body.

It rang twice, playing a short melody he absentmindedly nodded along to before a soft hum answered on the other end. “This is Rael Kazen, reporting in,” he said. “Another site’s been torched. I’m picking up traces of unregistered Prana footwork… definitely not military. No bodies this time, but there was a struggle. A lot of blood, no bodies. Doesn’t add up. Could be a vigilante interfering again, or something else entirely.” He paused, scanning the room with a trained eye. His gaze settled on a crude sigil scratched into the wall—a crescent shape wrapped in stylised flame. It hadn’t been there long. Whoever carved it wanted it seen.

Valen, Lord of the Vampires. Behind the heavy doors of his study, Valen was seated at his desk, his focus unwavering on the documents before him. The room around him was elegant in its simplicity—dark wood, rich tapestries, and the faint scent of leather and parchment filled the air. The dim lighting cast shadows across his sharp features, enhancing the undeniable beauty that had always marked him.

Valkerie nodded, her reptilian eyes blinking slowly. "Yes, Evana. You are the reincarnation of my first master who was mated to a hybrid. He was a werewolf and a witch but I did not root for him. He was evil and cruel and he wanted to use my master to take so many packs by force," she adds as I brush my hands through Moonlight's fur. "You must be careful. I don't think Zanicus is going to let this opportunity slip off," Valkerie says in warning and I furrow my brows.

Vampires are one strange coterie. She snaps her finger twice and men troop into the living room. One of the men stretch out his hand before me, in his hand is a black envelope. These men are dressed differently than the men who follows Davil, this men are on grey suits and are wearing glasses and an earpod like thing on their ear. "I come in peace. So you don't need to raise your guard up." "You sound like Davil. If there is something I am certain about, nothing good comes from the three familie-"

Wounded and hungry, the three escapees were dragged across the hall and into the base of the dais. “You really think you could get away from me?” A slender finger tapped with precision against the destroyed armrest just as Cord asked. He glared at the escapees without mercy: one young woman with auburn hair who had been one of the maids of the Vitalis Family before the curse, and two men both in their late thirties, used to be gambling partners of Cord’s father way back in a time when they were all normal. Well…humans. One of the men grew courage and stood up, looking back at Cord without hesitation.

Sweat slicked their bodies, running down the grooves in their muscles. A thick, heavy cock bobbed between the legs of the second male. As his head fell back, giving me a clear view of his face, a string of curses leaving his lips. I nearly gasped aloud. It was Ghost. The first male let out a snarl. “Fuck, you look so good taking my cock.” Immediately I recognized his voice. Ghost … and Damon.

Third Person POV Cole’s eyes shrank, but he quickly composed himself. “Elder Valkil. How nice of you to come visit me when I’m mourning the death of a subordinate you assigned to me.” Elder Valkil, a 400‑year‑old vampire elder, slowly took off his hood, revealing a handsome face that didn’t look older than twenty‑four. “You must have had quite some fond memories with Lord Joyce.”

My mind drifts to Savannah fuelling my hunger to save her, my hunger to survive. How can I let her live in the Villa with such a monster? A man who doesn’t have an ounce of empathy within him. Does he have no compassion for women whatsoever? I’m sure there are laws in the Elite Families bible about harming women and children. He's the devil incarnate, a grim reaper with a heart as black as coal, a grinch who steals joy and a boogeyman, who haunts your dreams all rolled into one. Don Valentino is like a dark and stormy night, causing the air to grow thick with the stench of fear and desperation.

I furrowed my brow and vaguely recalled seeing a naked woman and Mystrel stripping, then Fenrir mounting her wolf. "I can't remember much, only that I thought I died and it was due to that bitch he was going to fuck. As far as Mystrel goes, I want to go slowly instead of rushing too quickly," I mumbled sourly and he nodded. We came upon several adults and Chadwick explained that they were some of the hired staff. What I found unusual is that they were all males, Sliske, Nostro, Drake and lastly Firo. He gave me the creeps, he was also a very old vampire. When I shook his hand a shiver went down my spine and he sensed it and grinned slightly.