Resident Evil Fanfiction Novels & Stories

she grins, pointing. “What was that about?” “Newly rebirthed vampires need blood or their senses go into overdrive and they can go on killing sprees. He found an open door and assumed the worst.” “I could have gone... feral?” “Pretty much.” “Thanks Lise.” “Don’t mention it” I pull back the covers on the opposite side of the bed. The sheets feel nice and cool against my skin. I settle in, but then my eyes snap open. “Why was the door open?”

As soon as she sprang forward, I kicked her to the ground and slapped her repeatedly until her face swelled. Giselle pressed her hands to her face, glaring at me with fury. "Why does everyone like you? Mom and Dad boasted about you at the base, saying you were truly worthy of being their daughter. Shawn loves you, everyone admires you, and now you're the top scorer!" I crouched low, leaning close to her ear. "Do you know why the zombies never came this time?" Terror filled her eyes. She laughed and cried, teetering on the edge of insanity. "So you were reborn too! That's why…"

Why is this man refusing to stick to the script? [No clue, but I hope it stays unhinged. I love this pairing. Every time I think Eva's out of the mess, the author finds a new way to drag her right back in.] [Eva, babe, just give in a little. His tail is already out. Which means: one, he's an incubus and ready to bond; two, he's pissed; and three, he's about to use that thing to ruin you. Girl, you don't wanna be ripped in two. Trust me.]

"Between the two of us, no one must ever know that you were created from my own shadow. That has to stay a secret forever, no matter what happens." "Yes, Erezhul. I understand." "I don't really know why," Erezhul went on, and then he turned around again to meet Vyrelen's dark eyes with his own golden ones. "But I have this feeling that something is coming. Something big, something that might change everything." He looked at Vyrelen closely, studying his face and his build. Both men had the same strong body type and the same kind of striking good looks that made people want to stare at them, but where Erezhul's skin was pale like a vampire who had never seen sunlight, Vyrelen's skin was warme

After that, they might have tried it for a second time, but this time it looks as if it was on the bed, for there is a trail of blood on the floor from the bathroom to bed. Now by this time, I am sure that the lust for blood was far greater than her need to mark her friend. I am almost sure that she was trying to feed, and she just could not get Eva to settle down. Which in its own way is strange because she is a powerful Vampire. It must have been a battle for her not wanting to hurt her own friend. As we all stand before the bed, not one of us is brave enough to go and check if the bloodied body on there is still alive. From where I am standing, judging at the amount of blood all over the

"For some reason we both know that we are fictional characters in your book. It's not like we did a discovery of it, but we just know the minute we both found ourselves laying next to our graves, instead of being inside of it. This story of us that you ended Janice, has started back again and I don't think you are the author of it anymore." "No, no, no, no, no, no... no, no... No! Whatever you just said doesn't make sense, a new author. Both of you are dead about a year ago and then you find yourselves laying next to your graves, alive!" I shake my head in denial, as those words flowed out of my mouth. "It doesn't make sense of course, but here we are standing infront of you. We all need to

Then, Zeres added to her quote. “Do you think your own is that bad? If they had given me a simple death without letting those faggots and harlots touch my area then wouldn't I be happier?” “Wait what?” Abi choked. “Yes, the nightmare kept me naked. It was in possession of my body and I couldn't do anything.” Abigail sighed at Zeres and turned to Ezekiel. “Uh, Zeke I might have been in a nightmare pertaining your past. I saw you in it.”

It was torture. To his left, he saw the family he had lost, the empty pit that was once the center of his universe. On the other side, he saw the soulbond he had lost—a female whose body he craved, whose scent he was addicted to. Daemonikai had drifted into a new version of hell. "Those memories..." Evie spoke softly. "The ones you recovered from your feral time... they didn’t make things easier, did they?" As if that hell wasn’t enough, those lost memories came.

Shane didn’t try to stop me. He held Leila in his arms and spoke coldly, “Don’t jump here. You’ll dirty our family estate.” I gave a bitter smile. “Sorry for the mess.” I closed my eyes and leapt. … I became a corpse. My legs were shattered, my skull cracked open, my life snuffed out in an instant. My soul floated above the scene, and to my surprise, I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. I glared hatefully at the broken, bloody mess that was my body and at my family standing nearby.

Just then, Petrov came strolling in with a drink, grinning like a man caught between comedy and doom. “So,” he said, flopping into a chair. “Let me get this straight. We’ve got a demon-witch queen branding kids, a possessed bloodline child about to become humanity’s firewall, and me — a Russian mafia legend — learning ancient Latin spells from a goth librarian with dead eyes.” He took a sip. “Guys… what the hell happened to us?” Sokolov snorted. “We evolved.” Vulture deadpanned. “We got cursed.”