Resident Evil Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

While holding onto Peter in a caring manner to support him, she asked, "What's wrong, Peter?" Peter looked up and glanced briefly at her before pushing her hand away as quickly as he could. "How could you be so evil?" Unaware of what had happened, Selena asked innocently, "What are you talking about? Did Riley make up stories?" I flung a stack of documents at them while in my wheelchair. "This is not what you're like on social media." Peter picked up the papers and saw Selena's selfies and evil wishes. While she flaunted the gifts she received from Peter, she also took photos of me in my unsightly condition.

They resembled humans in form, possessing hands with wicked claws and legs ending in feet, but their features were twisted and grotesque, their eyes burning with a malevolent light. They were not quite human, not quite beast, but something far more terrifying. "You three, stay put," I commanded, my voice calm despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "Observe and learn. These creatures are formidable, and their presence here is a sign that something is deeply amiss within the Endless Forest." I rose to my feet, brushing the dirt from my trousers. [Revenant - Level 121] Evil alignment Element- Poison [Born from the ashes of a life cut tragically short, a revenant is a soul consumed by

Xander didn’t say anything. But it was Granny whose word made the entire room silent. She exclaimed in her motherly tone, “At last, the time has come. The pureblood is going to resurrect on the throne, to rule not only the werewolf but also the entire Underworld. All the disharmony among the creatures of the Underworld will ultimately disappear. I have to say the process of Xander’s resurrection on the throne is going to be enigmatic and magical.” Francesco and Luciano exclaimed almost together, “ Are you trying to say the same thing we are assuming? Are you trying to say that The Prophecy of Moon Goddess has come true?” Granny nodded her head and replied calmly looking at me, “Yes, I think

They ran for their lives but the rock kept on chasing them. Eva took the chance and ran towards Gil carrying her boy. She sat beside Gil. She placed Nigel beside her and took Gil on her arms. “Gil… why did this happen? Please wake up…” she said caressing his cheeks and crying out loud. “Mamma, he can get his power back if he gets to drink human blood,” asserted Nigel with tears in his eyes. Eva looked around and took a stone from nearby and cut her wrist. She then dropped the blood on Gil’s lips. Gil’s eyes opened suddenly. He got up immediately and his fangs appeared and gripping Eva, he bites her neck.

He wondered aloud, "Is this what happens? they get old and are forced back into society with makeshift families?" “I am one of the lucky few,” the elderly mom replied, smiling at his question. " The majority of the Necessary Evils die before they reach their forties. This is not a respectable title. We commit heinous acts and refuse to stop. It is our fate to become a Necessary Evil, no matter how much we try to avoid it or fight it,” “But, we kill evil people in this world? Isn't that the right thing to do?” Nelanian inquired. The old guy stared at him for a long time before realising that his memory had been erased.

General Markus’ body trembled from the excitement as soon as he felt the existence of his mate’s soul that is slowly solidifying and his wolf howled joyfully in his sea of consciousness at feeling Priestess Eva’s approaching wolf from the astral plane. The resurrection was complete, and Asha breathed in a sigh of relief as her strength left her body, causing her to almost slump down on the ground if not for Samel’s quick hands in supporting her. Soran also slumped to the side at seeing the obvious life signs of Priestess Eva. He was the one who carried the bodies of his clansmen to this square, and he had imprinted each and every one of their faces in his mind. Soran never really imagined th

I remember all my life in detail during those five years, but the last month of those five years that I went back to the past I don't remember, and I don't remember anything else about that fateful night, nor the person who killed me. Helena Mart interrupted again and asked, "What the hell is going on with this book?" Is it a fairy tale book or what? What does revival mean? What are these things that children do not even believe. A little while ago we were talking about a dream of werewolves, paranormal, curses, monsters and magic, and now we're going to talk about bringing back the living. sera interrupted her and said seriously, "Helena, stop this, let's finish this book." We said we could

When he sat back down, he switched on the desk lamp and blew out the candles. “I found something very interesting,” he said, picking up a thick leather-bound manuscript from the far corner of his desk. “In here.” He opened the book and thumbed through the pages. “This is one of the most comprehensive volumes about vampires I've ever found. It has a large chapter on grafhym.” Leesa watched him anxiously, wondering what he had found that concerned her mom. They had already decided her mom might actually have encountered a one-fanged vampire—perhaps Professor Clerval had discovered something that proved it. But what she heard next was even better.

“You surely will.’ He whispers as the familiar hue of lights awaits them both in the middle of the path they are taking. Knowing what it is as they are aware of what draws it in front of them. Daniela raise her hand as the lights came down and surrounds her. One by one and with a click of her hand, it turns into the books that make the entirety of these dark and dreadful charades. With that, she names the books one by one that open and presented their heart, but only the clear four can be heard at that moment as it rings. “Blood Resonance. The Call of Death. Death Reincarnate. Shinzo Dimension.” As the book opens along with its prominent hue that also represents the prominent sins that are t

The Ravens followed after them with incredible urgency, and delved into the dingy, dirty hab as quickly as they could. Most of the rooms they encountered were dusty and threadbare and hardly lived in, as though the hab itself was abandoned. Then they found the stairs going down to the bottom floor, where the ripe, musty smell of sweat and mildew overpowered their noses. It was all one large open space, with a medical table with constraints in the very center. They saw the shrine wall to Eva, and a variety of terminals, datapads, medical equipment, and other things scattered everywhere else. Eva sat listlessly on the table, wrapped tightly in the thin medical bedding that she had laid on. Com