Resident Evil Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

"Thank you for sharing that with me. I know that this might not mean much, but I wish I could take your night terrors away.'' He reached over out, taking her hand. Jessie gave a sad smile. “My sister and I made a vow to each other to find our way back to the Horde and back into Kilfrost. We vowed to find out what my dreams meant and what our mother did that got us banished.'' Christian nodded at the determination in her voice. Then something hit him. "Did you say Kilfrost? As in the Kilfrost.'' "Uh, yeah.'' Christian softly hit his fist against his forehead. "If I had known, but I don't have the balls to reject you." Jessie stared at him in disbelief. "Reject?'' Christian sighed, "it is quit

Yours for eternity, Vladimir I closed the letter as tears began rolling down my cheeks. I believed my father was an angel, and my mother was a saintly woman. But the ancestors of my father side were bloodthirsty vampires. The ancestors of my mother were compassionate human beings, the fittest of all. I felt like I was torn apart between the two worlds. How could I harmonize these two ancestral species inside of me?

Zelia kissed his forehead as well as his lips,"That's all good now. So let me fall asleep, we still need to visit the Dragon Clan tomorrow, if Mama will found out our relationship, you're dead." Valerian froze, "You're not gonna leave me if your mother will oppose to our relationship, right?"He asked as he has this puppy eyes while looking at her. She chuckled and pinched his nose, "Ofcourse not." Valerian let a sigh in relief, "Thank goodness." END OF CHAPTER 34

For hours now, she had gripped some sheets she found on the bed, depressed on her tongue and has been sweating drops of terror from her skin. She felt the heavy yellow glow press down upon her like a mega-tonne, perversely watching her cower under her soft quilt. She began to grow tired and her eyelids dropped and she was finally at rest for the first time in hours. When she opened her eyes again the yellow light blinded her and without a sound, her demonic intruder was face to face with her; in this moment she shrieked out a primal scream of sheer terror which the creature bathed in with great pleasure, as it seemed to feed on her very fear.

As she was still alive, Evaan’s soul was resurrected because he was linked to her life source. If Evaan was just brain-dead like Ora, he would probably have just woken up. But, he just vanished with Valence during the spell; his body blending with the mysterious forces of nature. So, he was resurrected in the closest form possible. He turned into a fetus in Emilia’s womb. Of course, this was just a theory formulated by my crazed mind. So, nobody believed me apart from King Augustine. Surprisingly, we both became quite close. Probably because we both cared for Ora.

The more she trembles and falls down, the more her memroies become fresh. Eva fe;t this to be a kind of known feeling, the feeling of abandoned and go through pain, Eva felt that this was relative to her past life. She worked hard. She was not interested in dying. She wanted to meet her father before that and tell him that she has given punishment to her mother's killer. Eva was still prpud of that fact. Though she was scared about the things going wrong and about her realtiosn with Damon but now, when she no more have him behind her back, Eva simply accepted the pride.

“It’s not repeating. I never knew what exactly happened while I was gone.” Then I saw it, clear as sunlight slicing through cloud. While Zevarion was still arguing in the heavens, Xareth had already tracked his energy trail, following it straight to the little cottage, to young Vireya’s home. He had marked Zevarion as his first and greatest enemy. The one who dared spoil centuries of planning, but when he arrived, Zevarion was gone. And in his place, was her. Was me. Young Vireya. I still bore this same face in my past life. And when Xareth laid eyes on young Vireya, his expression shifted.

She emerged, panting, the fresco hidden under her robe. A maid looked up from scrubbing the floors. "Are you alright, miss? You look like you've seen a ghost." "I have," Ceres muttered. She hurried back toward her quarters, clutching her side. Each torch she passed flickered oddly, almost like they were whispering. Back in her room, she bolted the door, ripped up the floorboard beneath her bed, and slid the scroll and image inside beside the ghost bloom petal. "You're not just bonded to her, Xavier," she whispered. "You were meant for something else."

Lena rocked the child, humming a tune that trembled like fear. Adrian sat apart, staring at the horizon where the night glowed faintly from distant fires. First subject. The phrase gnawed at him. Somewhere deep inside, memories stirred—gaps in his past he’d always blamed on trauma from the fall of the Spire. What if they weren’t gaps but deletions? Kira broke the silence. “So she was Erevos all along?” He shook his head. “Not exactly. Erevos was the network. She merged with it when they shut her down. She became what she feared.”