Resident Evil Graphic Novels Novels & Stories

Images from the past, reminiscences from when they first met, flashbacks from the times they had spent together, and lastly images from yesterday when he raped her. Shivers ran down her spine as she remembered last night. She could still feel his lips leaving hungry kisses down her body, still feel his hands groping her breasts and touching her thighs, touching her down there, she could still hear his lustful growls. Emma closed her eyes and cried. She could still feel his touch on her body. 'You're easy to read.' More tears rolled down her cheek as she recalled his words. He had always read her exceptionally well then what happened last night?

It stood up and walked out. I sighed. I want to cry right now. But I don't have to be weak! Grandma needs me. I turned to the sights I could see. But my vision stopped when I saw on the left side, it was far from Sebastian's palace. That part is dark. I can no longer see very well but that place is too far away. That part seems shady. Maybe it's raining. But why just there? What's in that place? Is it still the kingdom of Vlademort? I suddenly remembered the book I had seen earlier so I quickly closed the window and approached the shelf and handed over the book. I turned to Sebastian's exit door earlier. He was not there maybe he went down.

Soleman's tone as he speaks, it seemed that he knew something about what they were looking for. They returned to the hospital to search for the oldest storage and it was located under the basement. When they reach the bottom of the hospital, it was so dark, the smell was stinky and there were lots of insects crawling on the wall. The door was filled with thick spider webs so they removed them first. The door opened and a disorganized mountain of files welcomed them. "Oh Lord... How could we find that record in this messy place?" Angelic whispered. William noticed that the files were compiled accordingly. So he advised Angelic to find the files of year 2010.

My heart skipped. I moved closer, scanning the titles until one name leapt out at me like a struck nerve. Dead Viles… The moment I read it, my stomach twisted to nausea. I pulled the text free and opened it, my fingers trembling despite myself. Unlike Lunareeth, this book was filled with dense writing, diagrams etched in faded ink, and warning seals pressed into the margins. Dead Viles. A deadly, ancient poison. I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill…

she shrugged. "So do you believe in that?" I asked, ignoring her overly possessive remark. "You mean those legends about half-blood children?" she said. "Well, no." "Why not?" Octavia just looked at me as if I had zero IQ. "Does your butt look like you're missing a tail?" she asked back. I had to bite my lips from screaming at her. "But why are there such legends about dhampires and stuff like that in the books?" "That might be true for defective genes to occur in a human-vampire relationship," Octavia said casually. "But the same with humans and humans. You know how genetics can mess up sometimes, don't you?"

"Good day Boss, I am the leader of group three. I and my team members were posted for to the Whitefang Pack house were we worked as servants and got to see the in and outs of Alpha Seiko and his son Alpha Grey. And although they have been extremely careful and cautious of their activities inside the Pack house as they limited things relating to work to the bare minimum when they were home, but I and my team have been resilient and we have managed to find out some of the strange and unusual things that do not add up..." "Skip the chit-chat and unnecessary suspense and just go straight to the point" I said impatiently. "Sorry Boss, we found out that Alpha Grey usually behaved strangely, like a

, "Merisa was the past and you here, Lisate is the present. Its more like you are one" "Oo oh". Lisa sounded more comfortable in talking to Xen than before now. "So what's that you and your brothers got me for?, Lisa asked curiously. "Well, we are hybrids strong and immortal". Before xen started another sentence, Lisa disturbed with a hand up, meaning that he should stop for a while. "You three are immortal?, hybrids and..." "Cursed, of course", Xen finished. "are you the one's I've heard story about?, my granny told me story about three immortal hybrids who shared a life. If one dies then dies and excetra."

"You know I'm Nephilim. At the time, I was desperate, looking for a way to prolong my life. When Father Benedict contacted me about the marriage ritual, I thought my problems were over. But then I hit my limit. That made me consider the mark, despite Father Benedict's warning of what it might do to me." Rose remained silent, studying Jericho's eyes. He looked calm as he recalled the story, as if he'd already put the fact of his mortality behind him. Rose wanted to ask him what it was exactly that made him desperate enough to live to get such a mark, but she felt like it was too personal to ask. Jericho's gaze turned more and more intense by the second, forcing Rose to look down, clearing her

The elder vampire turned around, with the gun still in his hand, and pulled the trigger. Mason's eyes widened and he gasped as the vervain bullet pierced through his skin and became lodged in his chest. He staggered back and fell to the ground, unmoving. Harley screamed as Demitri pulled the trigger two more times to triple the dosage of vervain; making it impossible for Mason to break through.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor