Novel & Cerita Resident Evil Characters Male

"Since you're in such a rush, let me send you off first!" Everyone stepped backward when they saw that Marley was about to attack. They cleared a wide circle around them. "Mr. Ballard!" Harlan stepped forward worriedly. Marley clearly didn't have a good character, but he was at the Primordial Reversion stage. He was also infamous in the Holy Grandia for how ruthless he was. "Don't worry. Go and sit there for a while. Watch me turn him into a mummy!" Sebastian smiled widely and pointed to the seats in the distance.

"Get Vydes powder, Nicklaus, Anthony, Leonardo and Alexandra. Meet me in the dungeon." Adrastos and Garion watched him stalk off and shared a look. Anariah was out to play. The parts of Andreas that made an appearance while torturing the guards, the ones who were at the door and the ones who had been in on it, was his Dragon, Vampire, Werewolf, Demon, Necromancer and Ghast. The Dragon for a guilty dragon. The Demon for a guilty demon. The Ghast for a guilty ghast. The Necromancer for a guilty necromancer.

He commanded and his heart flipped in fear, wondering who he was and why he was outside. "How did you get in here?" He asked again and Vasperia gasped with a wide open mouth. Whosoever was talking to her right now was a reincarnation of the devil she left at Red Stone Pack. The resemblance is too much and way too realistic. He was sinfully beautiful and unclad, his skin looked ripped with splashes of blood stains and his eyes were beautiful, too beautiful, and different from Raze's. What's it with this striking resemblance, Damn! His skin was glowing and his Hair was so tousled with specks of dry and fresh leaves which gave her the hint that this man might have gone for a run with his wolf.

Jay pressed Angeline's head into his arms and coaxed her, saying, "Listen to me, don't look." Jenson walked up to the corpse. He was a germaphobe like his dad, so he took a paring knife from the coffee table and gently cut through Madam Charlotte's clothes. Even through the thin layer of clothing, it was clear that there were worms squirming inside the corpse. "What is this?" Jenson wondered. Just then, Grand Old Master Ares arrived with Baby Robbie by his side. As soon as they entered the house, they saw Madam Charlotte's corpse in the living room and the creatures squirming inside her body.

"I... who is this kind person who took him in? I might be able to convince him to take me in, too." All humour left Knox's eyes, and I almost took a step away from him just from how dangerous he looked. "I doubt he would," he said, his voice thick with hatred as he pulled out his left hand again. "The same person who took Valerian in... is the same person who did this to my hand, simply because I refused a duel, knowing what he could do." "What?" "Eros," he said, his voice low. "Eros Dionte, the worst monster of them all."

"Tell your alpha that joining the Strigoi was not that easy." "The Reaper Valerio," Zeta Eli paused for a second. "Reaper Valerio is alive." He was hiding his angry expressions from his face and looked up to see the ups and downs of Ace Christ's face. "Do you remember him or not? 'Reaper Valerio,' your right hand who you think was killed by Moroi, he's alive." Ace Christ, who was still laughing, became serious at once. Anger and hatred began to appear on his pale face, for Moroi to take revenge on them. He quickly asked, "Where is he?"

Herne focused his attention back on the screen, "Who is leading them?" "Your old friend Matthias Ponts, or at least I thought so at first. Brace yourselves," She pulled up an image of what appeared to be a Female Frankenstein monster. Unlike the Hollywood version of the aberration, the female golem was shapely. Long angry scars along the neck and shoulders. Tiny bolts jutted out from the throat area but did not look out of place. The pale skin and mixed and matched eyes haunted warren. Archon flashed a picture of the wolf gigas he fought. "Archon thinks it's another gigas. I agree with him."

The man smirked as he pulled a chair and sat opposite me. Shit, he looks like the devil himself. He has a long scar across his face, giving him that dangerous look. “I am Alex Wilston,” he spoke, his voice holding authority and it was cold. His dirty blond hair was tossed. His eyes were black, almost like a demon was hiding behind those eyes. This man was truly evil. Something tells me he wasn't afraid to die because he didn't care who he had taken.

In the evolutionary tree of man, it can be seen that there is one ancestor, the hominin ancestor, who gave rise to several subspecies of hominids, ranging from the chimpanzees, the Ardipithecus ramidus, the Neanderthals, the slightly bent Homo erectus, and even the highly intelligent Homo sapiens- which are the human's beings we know today. The same evolutionary system exists in the realms of Hell, and as humans, demons are the most evolved beings of Hell, their sole ancestor being Lucifer. Ghouls, evil spirits notorious for robbing graves and feeding on corpses in the past, are close cousins of the demon race. They possess intelligence only second to the demons, although a few exceptional g

The Monster’s Blood The throne room doors slammed open. Smoke spilled in first. Then came the figure—tall, cloaked in black, blood red armor glinting beneath fur-lined shoulders. His eyes glowed the same color as the fire Elira had just unleashed—gold licked with crimson. Not just power. Ancient. Twisted. Hybrid. Valen. But he wasn’t the man she’d met in the dark council chamber. Not anymore. This version had fangs.