Resident Evil Luther West Novels & Stories

A killing intent so cold it made my skin prickle filled the room. Then— Boom! The buzz-cut man exploded into a cloud of blood mist. After the execution, Luther turned and walked away. Ignoring the stunned looks from the remaining players, I quickly followed him. But the moment we entered the room, his form dissolved into a swirl of black mist and vanished without a trace. Damn it. He was totally avoiding me. The next morning, two more players were dead. One, like Pete before him, had died of old age. But the other caught me completely off guard.

Latent Hilda, Latilda and Hilda de Lat, to name a few. My gaze slid towards the single window in the room. Lights from the watchtowers lining the rear ramparts flashed around, casting the forest surrounding the pack-house in a dark, gloomy shadow-- although I could still see it as clear as day. Courtesy of my wolf's night vision. I was Latent, but not without the better powers and baser urges of a werewolf. At that moment a blade of light sliced in through the tiny window, and fell on a spot in the middle of the cramped room. It looked inviting. Tired of ransacking my closet for clothes I won't find, I went over and sat on it.

Luther screamed out, rubbing his head in irritation. “We don’t have keys?” Cassius shouted nervously. “Just take fucking them…” suddenly Luther’s eyes caught the blueprint's box and he quickly rummaged through it. “Fuck yes!” He grabbed the keys and rushed to the basement. Noelle, Winnie and Cassius are waiting for them. Luther was entering the basement when a fired wooden roof fell just in front of him. He dodged and jumped back gasping for breath as his heart accelerated.

"The greatest evil unknowingly resided in the womb of the greatest good ever known alive. Until that day. The darkness in her, choked away every light of hope and happiness from her eyes. " - Book 3 - The Annihilation 6 months later, The Werewolf Castle 11:59 pm

he asked while keeping his face buried. “I’ve spent most of my time focusing on Vampire Land’s laws,” I replied. “Vampire Land distrusts werewolves,” he said. “And rightfully so,” I said. “It was a pretty dirty thing he did,” Luthias agreed. “I’m glad you killed him,” I said, vehemently. “I’m sorry he did that to you,” Luthias said as he kissed my forehead and temples. “It ripped me apart having to watch it. I can only imagine what it was like for you.”

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

Yours for eternity, Vladimir I closed the letter as tears began rolling down my cheeks. I believed my father was an angel, and my mother was a saintly woman. But the ancestors of my father side were bloodthirsty vampires. The ancestors of my mother were compassionate human beings, the fittest of all. I felt like I was torn apart between the two worlds. How could I harmonize these two ancestral species inside of me?

Hybrids swarm us, their glowing eyes and unnatural speed making them formidable opponents. Valentine takes them on, his movements a blur of precision and power. I’m grateful for his strength. I wouldn’t be able to handle them on my own. My job is to find North, Luther's son and the other two vampires that are held captive here. Finding Luther's son and the other vampire is easy. They aren't being used so their cells aren't too deep in the base. One of them I'm told had died a long while ago though. That stirs fear in me for North.

At no time did he have any thoughts of revenge. "What are you waiting for? Smother him with the pillow," whispered Lucifer, with a wicked laugh. "What?," Replied Jonah in surprise and then added" I won't do that, I don't want to. "All right, I will take revenge for you," said Lucifer calmly. He thundered his fingers, and Alfredo woke up startled. He did not even see Lucifer because his eyes were focused on Jonah, the deformed boy he had killed. Lucifer moved his hand to hit the wall and stood in front of him, poking his heart out. All this before the astonished look of Jonah.

How then… At the same time, Luther had me grind my wetness on his groin as he slowly fingerfucked me before everyone until I was a cumming mess. I didn’t even know how to bury my face after everything. When the door was opened from outside, two servers walked in with a bucket of ice and two bottles of limited-edition wine in their hands. [Po!!] [Po!!!] With two shots to the head, they were both on the floor. What the heck! What was Luther doing by committing all these murders with the weapon that had my fingerprints all over it?