Resident Evil Luther West Novels & Stories

“He confessed he worked for clients on the dark web. They pay anonymously and carry out the job.” Lucian let out a soft chuckle, one that sounded dangerous. “The fucking asshole is lying. Where is he?” “He's in my playground,” Eric deadpanned. “No need for torture; we already know who is behind it.” A vein pulsed on Lucian’s jaw. “Luther is sure dumb as hell.” “You killed Vladimir. It's not alright to spark attention from the underworld, Lucian. I thought we promised to remain in disguise. You know using your powers to kill them will keep triggering the curse more, and the moon goddess to—”

I insisted. “On what.” “Werewolves,” I blurted out, standing up while staring at him. I did not miss the slight parting of his lips before he masked the surprise with concern. “Werewolves? Are you a fan of one of those werewolf horror movies? To be honest, I do like them a lot too. They’re better than the mushy romances teenagers are always writing about us.” “Us?” “Humans, and also werewolves, demons, angels.”

He would relish tearing whoever it was, from limb to limb while they begged for mercy. “Me,” Joshua announced, his voice devoid of any emotion. “What?” Luther wore a confused look on his face. “I’m sorry, brother. But I have ambitions and a revenge plan to carry out.” Joshua replied before plunging a syringe into his stomach. It contained enough silver and wolfsbane to weaken even the strongest of wolves. “How could you do this to me? To my family?” Luther groaned, he could already feel the effect of the poison coursing through his body.

Lucifer sighed again. "I can't unlock it because I do not have the key". He said plainly. "Well we take the key from whoever has it. Kill them if we have to even". Gadreel said out of zeal. He would not fail Lucifer again. "That's the problem. I do not know who has the key". ***

“That was only going to kill him. Maybe parts of you, but only small parts. Tiny little parts that would have also rejoiced in the bloodshed. Sure, Sweet Marie would have died, but Bloodthirsty Marie would have been born. And it would have been something . . . desirable. Something you wanted. Like putting your jaws to a bleeding throat. But this? This will kill all of you. It will kill your soul.” “I don’t care about my soul. I want to know if it will work.” “Don’t do it. Please don’t do it.” If he carried storms in his eyes, she carried desolation in hers. “Don’t you understand that I’m already dead?” “Marie.” “What else can be taken from me? You tell me that. What else can they take?” Lyle

he places his hand on his chest, feigning confidence. "Conceded much?" I ask him boldly, cutting his sentence off and leaving my fear in the dust. He chuckles deeply causing my heart to clench, uncomfortably. My father is dead in front of me, a bullet wound to his head and here I am, laughing with a strange, 7-foot man who shouldn't be in my house. "Well baby, I'm death, nice to meet you," I know it was dumb, but I broke into laughter. "Yeah, and I'm Demeter now get out before I call the cops," I glance back over at my father as he lies in a pool of his blood.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Wolves who had strayed too far from the pure path to be saved emitted the same odor-the worse the soul, the higher the smell, and Luther Salvatore was like a homing beacon to the judge and her jury. They found him out running. Karistus and her team looked like a shimmer in the air to other pack members- but to the accused, they appeared in full form. The old Alpha wolf saw them as he passed through the canyon, and as they thought it might, the chase began. He was a quick and agile adversary, but for the first time in his life, Luther couldn't outrun his judgment. Out of respect to their fellow enforcer, the trio made the kill swiftly, so Connor's father wouldn't suffer. A heartbreaking howl

I heard a voice say. I turned to where the sound was coming from, the filing office. I went to reach for the light, but he grabbed me. “I like the dark better.” He said. “You killed my father.” “And I'm going to kill your mother too.” “Why are you doing this?” “Your mother is an obstacle.” “You have me alone why don't you just take me?” “It's too easy. I'm playing a game, sort of like hide and seek.” “What did you do to Sarah and the others?”

Paghehestrikal nito at hinalbot ang kamay ni Luther, senyales na hinahanap niya ang kagat ng lamok sa sinasabi ni Luther. Riva was panicking, searching for bites nang marinig niya'ng ngumisi si Luther. “I was just kidding.” Riva, holding Luther’s large-veined hands—paused. Luther’s hands were vast to the point that Riva looked like she was carrying a siberian tiger.