Resident Evil Final Chapter Novels & Stories

"Is that so? I am just one step away from happiness. This is my last chance to become happy in this broken life of mine. I will not allow you to ruin it." After saying that, she approached me and wheeled me into the fire escape. I watched as the wheelchair neared the stairs. "Are you planning to kill me?" I asked. Upon letting out a long exhale, Selena released her grasp slowly. "That's nonsense. It was just a slip of the hand." My wheelchair started rolling forward on its own as Selena guffawed. Right before my wheelchair would roll down the stairs, I held the brakes. While propping myself up on the wheelchair, I rose to my feet.

END GAME Book Two in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2018 Emily Goodwin Chapter One Quinn I don’t know what hurts worse: my wrist or my stomach. The pain there is more concerning, and my wrist could be broken in two and my mind would still be on my baby. I know it takes a lot to hurt a baby this early in the pregnancy, but that doesn’t stop me from worrying. I flatten my hand over my stomach, looking at the spot where the guy was just standing. I’m shocked, scared, and unable to figure out why he looked so familiar.

Evryn’s breath caught in her throat. Was this another trick? Another future? Or was this her final warning? The light flickered. The choice loomed. And as the chamber began to collapse— Evryn made her move. A burst of white swallowed the room. No one saw who crossed the threshold. No one knew who emerged on the other side. But a voice echoed through the collapsing chamber. “Protocol… REBIRTH… initialized.” Let me know if you'd like to continue with Chapter 102!

His eyes were wild with panic, but it was the guilt that shone through the most. Wynnie had enough of his excuses. She presented the proof of Jeff's recent reckless real estate and stock market ventures, all based on his foreknowledge from a previous life. Anyone would be hard-pressed to deny he had such memories. "You faked your own death in your previous life, letting us all believe Kelvin was your killer. We despised him because of you! Now, you've chased him away on purpose, Jeff! He's been paying for your mistakes for over ten years. Do you even have a heart?!"

Not in front of children, not in broad daylight. Sometimes the safest place is among strangers, not because they care, but because their presence makes evil hesitate. Amara trusted that presence. “There she is,” the familiar mocking voice dropped into her ears from the side, snapping her back into reality. “The one who died and resurrected.” Amara turned sharply. Eva was approaching, her high heels clapping against the tiled ground like tiny gunshots. There was an arrogance in her stride, each step filled with purpose, her lips curving into a smug smile.

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

“She got hooked on drugs, her mind barely holding together. She often hallucinated. She was either found raving or weeping, but one thing was for sure, she kept repeating Vincent’s name and yours. “About three days after Vincent was executed, she was found drowned near a remote pier in the port.” I listened quietly, my eyes darting to the Alps outside the window. The year-round snow was pure and untainted. One fell to the weight of the law, ruined and disgraced. The other lost herself in quiet despair, silent and unseen. This ending, more than any dramatic death, showed life’s harsh reality and fate’s irony. “Is everything cleared?” I asked. “Yes, Ms. Mancini. Evelyn and everything tied to t

And with that, she climbed to her feet and patted me on the head like the dimwitted child I was. “Carcosa is calling, Aidan. I hope you’re ready. What you’ve seen thus far is only a glimpse of its glory. I can’t wait to show you the rest.” I wasn’t ready then. I’m not now, and I never will be. There’s a cold fear buried deep within me that what I’ve seen is what awaits me after my life is over. That’s what I fear most about my impending mortality, Miles. In my worst nightmares, I’m one of those things worshiping at the golden altar of Carcosa. Worshiping not a king known as Hastur, but a queen who calls herself Camilla.

"Emma... the Memory-Wolf is integrated. The 'Old-Noise' is finished. But by rejecting the 'Glory', you’ve triggered the penultimate Biological-Covenant. The 149th chapter is going to be the Final Departure." I looked at the map in the Chronos-Vault. It was no longer a piece of parchment; it was a single, white leaf. The journey to 150 had reached its most poignant note. "What's left, Nathaniel?" I asked. "The Farewell to the North, Emma," he said, his eyes full of a weary compassion. "The world is autonomous. The twins are ready. Now, the White Wolf and the Rebel must decide where they go when the story ends."

But this is the same because they will continue to be watched and used by the vampires until they die. #to be continued in Chapter 6.6 - Human World