Resident Evil Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

“Cresia, please hold my hand.” I stared at his hand. “Please, baby." From his hand, my gaze went to his eyes. Those dark orbs of his were begging me. And I don't know what happened to me… I just found myself slowly raising my hand to touch his. I don't know how this is possible but I felt electricity travel through me when our hands finally touched. Was Kairos right all along? That Lenos and my soul are connected? That he's my soulmate? Lenos' eyes went down to my hand that he was holding. He was looking at it like he couldn’t believe it was real. I couldn't believe either how I could easily hold his hand like this.

With his clever roots, he escaped the fight while controlling the moonlight. "NO!" Jemma ran at me, choking me half to death with his sharp nails, my throat bleeding now. He blocked my attempt to grab the dagger in Alex's hand. But Jay swiftly clawed Alex's back, knocking him down. I took the dagger and sliced Alex's hand. Thick black blood gushed out, including on my face. The blood was connected to the creatures. Alex and Jemma craved immortality with evil magic, drinking the blood of the newly dead and turning them into evil spirits in ugly forms.

He rushed to lock the terminal, but the intruder was already inside, already taking control. A shadow crossed the room. A figure. Someone from his past. Someone he never expected to see again. And in that moment, Damien knew that his fight was far from over. Because Elena’s resurrection wasn’t the only thing at stake anymore. The pulse of the Codex quickened. I’m not gone. I’m just waiting. And in the digital abyss, Elena’s consciousness began to stir once again. But now, she wasn’t just fighting to survive. She was fighting for control.

I asked him next. “During the ambush of the village, Guy was attacked, and during his struggle, a Dire wolf bit him. When the blood of the Dire wolf entered his system, it shifted his DNA—giving Guy powers of his own even though he was human. Their bloodline is obsolete. It can save a person from dying, but it can also resurrect someone from the dead or the spirit world. Cristina does not know what Guy's body looks like right now. She doesn't realize that he is human and his body over the years has decayed, which is the reason the blood will not work to bring him back physically. Yes, she will be able to see him in her dreams again because his spirit will awaken once again, but only she will

Elise is a survivor above all else. She survived her past life by aligning herself with whoever held the most power. She chose Alexander because he seemed like the winning side. And when that choice led to her death, when she was reborn with all her memories intact, she simply recalculated. This time, Kieran is the winning side. This time, she will align herself with him, offer him her body, play the role of the compliant wife… It's a business transaction dressed up in the trappings of fate. And Kieran hates her for it.

The room spun before settling into something straight out of a high tech detention center filled with many bunk beds: gray walls, metal frame bunk beds, bright lights. Four girls were in the room, wearing a uniform black tank tops and sweatpants like a prison kinda wears. I blinked. Once. Twice. “Where the hell am I?” I whispered to myself. This wasn’t my room. This wasn’t my apartment. This wasn’t earthly vibes at all. The girl who yelled at me a tall, blonde hair girl with kind of mean girl vibe. “Oh, great. Another dumb one. Sweetheart, this ain’t dreamland. You’re in Erevos. Now get your ass up.”

I wake, choking on air, waking Valeria as well. “What was that?” She asks, her voice frantic. I nod. "Something crossed with me. Something old. It wasn’t you it followed. It was me.” She doesn’t flinch. "We’ll face it. Together." I believe her. There was bound to be something coming back with us. We cheated death and found each other when we aren’t supposed to be alive. It’s not natural, even for wolf shifters. Whatever comes next, we aren’t alone. We don’t sleep again that night.

We had sleepovers and trained together until we started school and went our separate ways for the first time. It was my fault we grew apart. One day, I didn’t want to play in the woods anymore. My interests shifted from climbing trees to playing with dolls, then shifted further to my piano and the romance novels that cover every surface of my room. Evander fell to the wayside, and it was natural. He is a boy, and I’m a girl. I’m a witch, and he’s a shifter. I’m a princess, and he’s… a lethal machine trained to inflict quiet, swift death. I find it hard to swallow as I turn from Dad and pretend to be invested in his bookshelves. My mind races to our last encounter. Evander, having been gone

Third Person's POV Roman thought it would be weird and uncomfortable being around him; after all, he had sex with his mate just before they met. But to his surprise, they get along really well. Dylan comes from the same situation as he did. Just like himself, he was rescued from a feeding facility. The only difference is that Dylan is an elf/Vampire hybrid, whereas he is a dragon/Vampire hybrid. Both were born in a place of hell and rescued by the very people who held them captive.

I glare up at Levi Crosswalk, hatred tightening every muscle in my face. "I reject you, Levi Crosswalk, and I will never be your mate—in this life or the next!" I spit, venom dripping from every word. His jaw clenches. His hands curl into fists. "And I reject you, Anastasia Purrey. I hereby break the mate bond between us. You’re free to prostitute yourself wherever you choose." His words are cold, cruel, deliberate. The insult lands like a slap. I raise my hand—rage burning in my veins—but he catches it midair and yanks me close. Too close. I can feel his breath against my cheek.