Resident Evil Luther West Novels & Stories

“are you trying to say that you don't know who I am? Oskar Wallin? Captain of the Bisons?” “Can you blame me, man? You all look like the same clones of an inbred caveman,” I shrug. “Anyways, this place stinks, so I am going to be very clear with you. Stay the fuck away from Luther.” “Luther? Who the hell is that?” He pulls his lips, like he genuinely doesn't know. “Come on, do not play games. You don't know Luther?” “The kid who asked me for an autograph? Why the fuck would I want to have anything to do with a fan?” Oskar snorts.

I have to save him "I-I love you too Luther....it's not safe here ru-" Jesse suddenly pushes me against the wall, he pulls the trigger of the gun “you fucking idiot “ Violet....Violet... are you okay? Violet! What's happening...." Luther cried continuously banging on the door “Just kill me already! I’m tired of living anyway, it’s better if I were just dead, then maybe everything will finally come to an end” “I have one working leg because of you Violet, I’m now a disabled, isn’t that a sign from the universe?”

He swings it in front of the monster and hoped their fight would serve as a distraction for the Villagers to escape. And when he was a few inches away from the creature's mouth --- the thing's breath was foul, rotten, dank, and Katalka struggled as Luther was more powerful than him. And when he thought the Villagers escaped, the other shadows corralled the Villagers. Their souls tainted — darker than gray. Those fools already choose their side. And Luther ends Katalka’s life by crushing his soul — a memory assaulted him. A picture appeared on his mind. A middle aged woman and a young boy. It was his family from many centuries ago… back when he was still human.

Red wilts appear on my skin, vicious and angry lines that will bruise once they have gone down. He traces the outline of the lines, hypnotized. There’s an itching under my skin, beneath the heat and I couldn’t distinguish why. “Fine. I know him.” I confessed. “Good girl.” Fuck, why he had to say that. Anytime he calls me that, the praise shoots to my core like lightening. “How do you know Nathan Torress?” He repeats. “We worked together at the Weapons X Company.” Lazarus circled me on the cross, his intense gaze charging the cells in my blood. Anticipation pumped in my veins, adrenaline spiking as strikes my ass. “Count.” He orders sternly.

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

" I've been on this earth longer than you think, and longer than I should, and I've rarely heard of the man. Apparently, he was a fan of Melia. " Yes, he was. " Elijah told she and turned his gaze to the main entrance of the kitchen, Melia was there with her diary open, turning the pages without even touching them. "But how the hell...? " It's sorcery. " Said Za"It's called lordeath. " That's not a poison," Za couldn't help but laugh at the question " No, Elijah, it's not a poison. " So what is it? It's just that... It says in the book that they killed the mother..." He hadn't finished speaking when he heard how something closed abruptly, it was the door that Melia had slammed.

She pointed to the corpses that he was checking and Morbius finally understood what his wife was telling him. The images in the hologram were the captured images that their men reported to them. The corpses were left like a decaying mummy. Morbius had seen ones before but their kind was almost extinct since it was one of the frightening creatures that no noble wanted to deal with. "Do you know what kind of creature that Lupo was turning into? I know that he was falling into madness but what type of fallen rogue he will turn into?" Natasha wondered verbally what was bothering her mind when she saw their men's reports.

Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold. *** WASHINGTON D.C. FBI HEADQUARTERS

The protectors and hunters looked at the leader waiting for his command on what to do next. "Put down your weapon," he ordered them. They obeyed. Bazaar left me from the stage and approached Turner. "Tell me how you're still alive, my men saw you were dead and buried you?" asked Bazaar curiously as his eyes steadily observed his entire body. "It was not my time, I guess," retorted Turner. "The god above gave me a second chance to help get rid of the werewolves once and for all!" Turner shouted eager to kill all the deadly beasts.

I feel sad, I feel sorry for West and it is a shocker that my humanity is still unscathed even after the hell that I have been through. No matter how hard I try to get rid of the image, the scene is still stuck in my head and there is nothing I can do about it. Luther's body lying in a pool of blood, West crying painfully begging his son to wake up, asking him to open his eyes, the police announcing that Luther is dead and two cops pulling a traumatized West up. I keep replaying that scene in my head time and over again and it is very traumatizing! It is approximately thirty minutes since Luther was shot and we are in Ric's office having coffee as we wait for everything to get back to normal