Resident Evil Fanfiction Oc Novels & Stories

There was only ash and the smell of wet fur and ozone. I stepped out, my boots crunching on the permafrost. The silence was absolute. I walked toward the central pillar where a message had been carved so deeply the rock had shattered around the letters. VALERIE. RETURN. The marks weren't made by a tool. They were gouged by a beast. The handwriting was jagged, frantic, yet unmistakably Evan’s. The moment my fingers touched the stone, a jolt of raw, feral energy slammed into me. I gasped, stumbling back as a vision flashed: Evan, his human features barely recognizable, his body mid-shift and frozen in a permanent state of predatory agony, screaming my name with a voice that was more growl than

“It’s mine. The Valentine bloodline was meant to be reborn through me—not through some Fae-blooded girl.” She lifted up a mouse her gnarled fingers tightening around it. In a split second it squeaked and turned into ash. “I’ll burn their little Eden to ash. And when it’s done, he’ll beg me to save him.” At the Valentine mansion, roses had begun blooming out of season. Crimson petals glistened with dew, but Odessa noticed too late the black veins creeping up their stems. By dusk, the orchard was a graveyard. Dozens of animals lay scattered across the fields—bodies twisted and desiccated, eyes wide with terror.

The omega cannot be a saint, and a werewolf mating with Bella would actually be a shame if anyone hears of it. "Who did you have sex with, huh? I always knew you were not a virgin, but you having sex with anyone, you know, is a big shame, especially at these early hours of morning when you have tedious works to do." Envylin said, watching as her third daughter, who she never wished to bear, stood up but fell on the ground all over again. Mrs. Manchor laughed. The drama unfolding in her front was quite funny, and she would have been so ashamed of herself if there was any other person in the room.

“Oh, I will.” The vampire was good, Cameron thought returning his attention to Rhett’s c-ck and getting his mate off. Talen had skilfully ended the argument before it happened. “F-k, daddy, it’s just so sexy when you do that, and all your muscles… I could just eat you up,” Aislen exclaimed as Talen lifted her up his body.

I thought I'd woke from a fever dream. I was back in my room alone, with the sun just creeping past the sill. I nearly danced out of bed, praising the morning for saving me. “What the hell kind of dream was that?” I shuddered. One in which I'd been the reincarnation of Eve, marched like a happy idiot into Hell, and, oh yeah, hooked up with the Reaper. “What the...?” A white scar shone on my breast, under the dark lace of my nightgown. I fell to my knees and gagged.

The sound that leaves Osric is bone chilling, his lycan form is terrifying, built out of pure muscle, with fur so black it’s like he is made of darkness. “Raven focus! This isn’t over!” Embry screams at me, while knocking a vampire away from me, as I stand frozen, watching Jonathan’s body falling onto the blood-soaked grass the moment Osric and Orin collide. Watching them collide is like watching a bomb go off, releasing a shock wave that knocks every nearby fighter back a few feet. “No, this can’t be real,” I sob, pulling myself up I run to my mate’s body laying on the frozen ground, staring up at the moon with vacant eyes.

' Whips cracked rhythmically now, marking our skin red, each lash sending jolts that funneled the curse toward release. Tessa moaned loud, body trembling. 'Almost... oh gods, Silas!' Her walls spasmed, orgasm hitting her like a wave, pulling me over the edge. I buried deep, cum flooding her ass as we peaked together— ecstatic double release, bodies locked in the chains. In that moment, our daughter stirred, crawling somehow toward us, her tiny fangs bared. She latched onto my arm with a magical claiming bite, sharp and binding, drawing the curse into her like a sponge.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

"I don't know how to get out of here. You said you were going to take me back to town last night" Shit. She is being difficult. I sigh loudly "Put on your fucking clothes. I will be back" I open the door to my room and walk out the hallway. I go to the far end and to the room of my best friend Rex. Rex has lived with me all my life, growing up his parents were killed during the last Contention. The Contention was the war we had ten years ago with the Vamps. Yes, you heard right. Fucking vampires. They have been our enemies since we were known to exist. Werewolves and vampires are opposites. Hate each other.

he mumbled to himself as he pulled out his cell phone and called Heloise. Furious with him after hearing his confession, she yelled and berated his moral character for an easy five minutes before she assured him that she’d contact their shady connections in the darker side of shadow land and for him to just sit tight. He used this time to tug Vanessa’s clothes back onto her limp body as best he could. He’d just finished when the leader of the dark side of shadow land’s best errand man, Ocilian, materialized in the living room. He sniffed the air and grinned. “I smell sex.” Approaching Alfred, he looked down at Vanessa with beady black eyes. “Is this the trash that needs to be taken out?”