Resident Evil Evolution Novels & Stories

Certainly, she had been amused for some time, she had been satisfied to play predator and becoming a living nightmare to monsters that once caused her and her brother harm but how could immortality possibly bring her joy when it had been nothing but the price of what brought her on to that point? Before Proserpina could wallow over her thoughts some more, she briefly felt a faint, insistent pull, kind of an itch in the back of her mind actually, making her pause for a split second but that momentary hesitation was all it needed when that pull suddenly turns into a shove and morphs into an invisible clawed, grip wrapped around her throat dragging her from the shadows and much to her horror, h

I quickly changed my bedsheet and carefully opened the package. I did not touch the censer itself, nor did I dare to, but I quietly slipped the instruction manual into my pocket. I always believed in the saying "knowing is half the battle". I was going to find out what exactly the cursed relic was.

A howl of pain echoed throughout the forest. Raven clutched the ground, still strong. He stood up and looked around. What storm had just occurred? He didn't understand what had happened. Raven only knew that the symbol on his chest felt as hot as embers and that he had been saved for the last time by the energy that exploded from the symbol on his chest. Meanwhile, the transparent screen before his eyes continued to display words he had never seen before. [Werewolf Evolution System Activated Successfully] [Bloodline Confirmed]

Access granted. A folder opened — a single video file. Adrian clicked play. The screen flickered to life, showing his father — Richard Cole — seated at his old desk. The lighting was dim, his face drawn and tense. > “If you’re watching this,” his father said, “then Erevos has already been compromised.” Adrian’s breath caught. > “They told me it was for medical advancement. But it’s not. They want control — of the body, the mind, the code that makes us human. I tried to shut it down. They killed everyone who helped me.”

Ground trembled ominous prelude, ruins-plaza shuddering cataclysm as below-cracks spiderwebbed volcanic wider—armored shadows erupting horde-feral: evolved abominations surging, coven-ghost shells plated hunger-black chitin pulsing vein-threads throbbing like engorged cocks, maws razor-multifold upgraded plasma-fanged dripping corrosive drool that bubbled flesh-melt on stone, numbers doubling swarm-insane. “Second wave—armored evo-horde!” Jenkins bellowed guttural war-cry, hex-blades reigniting plasma-dual screaming thirst, charging left-flank berserk with Mara axe-whirlwind decapitating lead chitin-beast fountain black-ichor arterial. “Flank ‘em—rip chitin-veins!” Sofia's tattoos blazed bin

My eyes widened. Bloody hell! He was a vampire too. That explained his unnatural strength. But the women didn’t even flinch. They giggled and leaned closer, enjoying it. Zane reached me and hissed, “Leave. Immediately.” I didn’t argue. I turned and walked away, glancing back only to see him still watching me like a predator making sure its prey obeyed. Back in my room, I collapsed on the bed, my chest heaving. He was a vampire. Maybe he inherited it from Ashlyn. The image of him feeding from their necks haunted me.

And she’s standing right there, reborn into something I no longer recognize. Lucien straightens, withdrawing his hand. “Enjoy the gala, Mr. Knight,” he says lightly. “It’s a historic night.” Historic. Because as Evelyn turns, just for a second, her gaze flicks back. Not to me. Past me. Like I’m already gone. And I realize, with sickening clarity, The dead don’t come back. They evolve. And whatever Evelyn Sterling has become, I’m standing on the wrong side of her resurrection!

"It's a selection mechanism. 99.9% of humans who get infected turn into zombies, but there's that 0.1% of humans who, due to their genetics, constitution, will force, or some other unknown factor, trigger an evolution within them." She walked back to my bed. "You're part of that 0.1%. The perfect evolved specimen." Perfect evolved specimen? The words exploded in my ears. "What do you mean?" I asked. "It means that you're now completely immune to the zombie virus. Your cells have undergone an adaptive evolution, making the virus ineffective against you. Your physical condition, including strength, speed, reflexes, recovery… All of those have reached the theoretical upper limit of humans." She

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.