Resident Evil Fanfiction Oc Novels & Stories

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

it wasn't pretty either. "The way you describe the hunt, it's kind of the same thing for us Vamps. All you need to do is stare at them intensely and just like that, they're yours but I- I don't enjoy doing that anymore," Rachel gulped another immense amount of liquor. I figured her mind had reminded her of her last night with Tilly and the chaos that had ensued. I hooked my left arm around her right arm and my head tilted to rest on the lower bit of her shoulder. "Why don't you enjoy it anymore? It's a part of who you are," Ociena commented.

she whispered as her fingers delicately followed the patterns on my palms. "What did you see?" Doctor Shawn turned to the two girls, silently urging me to listen to their response. "They were... vanished. Destroyed as easily as how the monsters were created. They were destroyed without a trace." Morea answered him. "We were upstairs when all this chaos happened. When they resurrected, including when you witnessed how the creatures died one by one." He said. I couldn't answer other than nodding in agreement. I could see that Carissa and Morea believed in what he was saying.

There would be time enough to process all the guilt and self-loathing later - provided we found the children alive and relatively unharmed. A low, savage growl emerged from somewhere deep within my chest as the vile image of Sienna's mocking grin flashed across my mind's eyes. That wretched she-devil should have stayed a soulless husk, left to rot in the fetid abyss where her vile spirit belonged. Yet by some cruel joke of fate, some cosmic mistake, she had managed to claw her way back into the living world her burning obsession with Sebastian and overpowering bloodlust of the flaming lances leading to her unholy resurrection.

Dad said. Aravelle was our priestess — An old lady who lived on the Spire and rarely came out. I’d only ever seen her three times in my life, and each time, I was caught off guard by how ancient and creepy she looked. “Definitely,” the Alpha nodded. “But first, let’s have a private meeting. Ladies, can you excuse us?” So Mom, Vira, and I walked back to our cabin moments later. I woke up gloomy the next day. The events of yesterday kept replaying in my head: t

Zeph’s stomach twisted further. With her arms crossed, Camille grinned as she watched Ryker come closer. "This is your lesson for attempting to get him back," she purred, cocking her head. Her voice dripping with hatred, she drew closer. "You will always be the cursed omega, regardless of how much power you have." You are so very wrong, Camille. Zeph wanted to respond, but the gag muffled everything. “Save whatever you want to say. You will need it soon enough.”

She looked with horror at the shattered container in her hand, from which a reddish liquid was slowly leaking. A sweet, cloying scent filled the air. The three ferals tearing at her suddenly stopped. Their noses twitched wildly. Then, their eyes turned blood-red. "No... no..." Chloe backed away in terror. "They're... they're going crazy..." The ferals let out a deafening howl. It was a signal that echoed across the entire manor. In the distance, other howls answered. One, two, ten, a hundred... "Elena!" Chloe screamed at me one last time. "Please! We used to be friends!"

Occisor closes his hands in a fist, the urge to hunt even more the damned lycanthropes has increased by a hundredfold. "I'm sorry I came into your lives like that," she can't hold her sobs. "But I didn't want to live like that anymore. I couldn't stand the smell of blood anymore. Watching humans being tortured... See Guila all purple and with broken teeth whenever an alpha spends the night there." "You and your fake tears…" "I said shut the fuck up!" Occisor speaks loudly, taking the three by surprise. "Who do you think you are? Have you forgotten that I am the eldest?" she asks in disgust. "Respect me, you…"

“Maybe try to take over one pack without hitches first.” “I will torture you, and I will have fun doing it.” Caleb said with a straight face. I was almost scared again, until my heart regained its normal pace, and a particular scent filled my nostrils. Kieran! “Son of a bitch.” Caleb growled as he probably also smelt the same thing. “I think if you really want to live long enough to take over the world, you should run.” I taunted.

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....