Resident Evil Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

My neck which was being strangled had been freed and I felt the ground vibrate like someone had been flung to the ground. Unable to resist, I peeped from the arm covering my face to see what was happening. It was him. His eyes were red like that of a vampire, his hands were now the claws strangling Mr. Wesley on the ground. He looked nothing like a human, more like one of the horrible beasts out of Ben’s video games, even scarier than them.

A yowl overtook him, along with a sudden, searing pain that had him sinking to his knees in front of the terror-stricken girl. What was happening? Killian knew very well what it was. They were the new symptoms of the renewed curse manifesting themselves! He knew they were going to be bad, but he didn’t think it was going to get this bad? The Alpha could feel his bones contorting, forming a caricature that even he— without a mirror to see felt terrified of. Even in his painful, horrible state, he could sense that Yennefer wasn’t going to remain standing for long. He inched closer to her despite her screams and managed to catch her just before she collapsed in a heap on the cold, hard ground.

Then I grabbed the Ducati keys from the hall table so hard they cut into my palm. I headed toward the elevator with murder in my bloodstream and fire in my lungs. Richard had tried to kill her. Aaron had hidden her from me. But both of them had forgotten one critical thing. One fatal thing. I wasn’t a corporate prince. I wasn’t a politician. I wasn’t civilized. I was a Reaper. And Reapers did not let go of what belonged to them.

"How rude. Who raised her in some backwater place? She's nothing like Giselle…" "Mom, don't mind her. I have something important to tell you," Giselle said, pulling Mom aside. My curiosity piqued, I slipped after them quietly. "Mom, Dad, don't be afraid. Everything I say is true…" After they nodded, she continued, "I've actually been reborn. In just a few days, zombies will appear, and the apocalypse will arrive. Many people will awaken powers, but our family won't be so lucky. Almost none of us will develop abilities."

he chuckled, slipping his hand around my waist. Against my will, my body moved with his motion. My back leaned into his chest, and he stopped. Then he pointed at the triplets… “You see, the moment you kill me, they will go berserk. And they will kill every creature they see… Until there is no one else left to kill…” My insides flipped. “You are lying…” I hissed, but even my voice wavered in doubt. Varek leaned into my neck and I felt his lips stretch into a smile. “I watched you kill me again and again in the last century… Do you think I was stupid enough to create a convergence and not set up insurance for myself?”

“Or like… battery.” His eyes opened again, focusing on me. “Both,” he said. My skin crawled. “I don’t want to be either,” I said. “I just wanted to write scary things from the safety of my couch.” “You wrote scary things,” he said quietly. “Now you’re in them. And they’re listening to you.” “I didn’t agree to that crossover event,” I grumbled. A corner of his mouth lifted. “You’re allowed to be angry.” “I’m beyond angry,” I said. “I’m—”

I had never realized that darkness could be this erotic as I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation. The cursed night bore witness to our soulful connection, bonding us together in a link that would never be broken. As long as death kept its distance from our union, as long as we had the will to live together, nothing could sever the ties of our love for each other. Soon, after we became one, I would no longer be an individual but a twin soul merged into one. Sage Reese Sullivan was nothing more than the other side of the world, left behind. Soon, I would be reborn as the half of the Valkyrie of the Scarred Moon.

It was a foreign virus, a corrupted Moretti file that Julian’s silver key couldn't control. My foot didn't step over Dante. It slammed down into the marble beside him, shattering the polished stone. The power shifted in a fraction of a second as the violet fire in my eyes exploded back to life, fighting the white light of the override. "Ano...?" Julian’s smile vanished, his clinical composure cracking as he saw my hand twitch, my fingers curling into a fist. The proximity between my mind and Dante’s dead core was a "poisoned" resurrection. Even though his heart had stopped, the residual mercury in his veins reacted to the violent surge of my dual-soul energy.

He did something far more terrifying. He "Merged" his own marrow with the girl’s. "I'm the Admin!" Kaelen screamed. "And I'm 'Signing' her as my 'Co-Author'!" The gold-and-sapphire light of the Genesis and the scentless vacuum of Elora detonated in a final, terminal pillar of "Biological Chaos."

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.