Resident Evil Novels & Stories

On the blog page, the entry read: “Dubbed The Devil’s Mirror due to its connection to the collapse of a demon-worshipping Sumerian civilisation over three thousand years ago…” A sharp crack—like static erupting from the monitor. Then—a hand. A long, clawed, blackened hand reached through the screen and seized her throat. Elsie screamed, kicking her chair back as she clawed at the thing’s fingers. Her cry echoed uselessly through the empty room. SLAM! Her head hit the desk. SLAM! Again—blood splattered across the wood and her shattered keyboard. Her nose was broken. Eyes dazed. Blood filled her mouth.

All he can hear was the sound of a kid crying for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." The voice of the little girl sounds familiar, Doctor Morgan was in fear that moment, but he tried to keep calm despite the creepy scenario. He tried to looked around but he can see nothing but the blinding darkness, he heard the voice of the kid, chuckling, laughing and crying out for help. "Help me... I just want to play but he killed me." "Who killed you?" "Mentris... Mentris.... He will come to kill you Doctor Morgan!"

“Sorry…Sir. The test subject also refuses to let us take its blood. We know that when it gives its blood to someone or something the blood changes the composition of the body. It adapts to the new blood; becoming something more than it was orignally.” “You’ve killed all the other test subjects, right?” The man asks while still staring down and the helpless boy sitting in the back of the cage. “Yes sir, as you’ve requested.” The man then smiles evilly. “Sir we’ve also found out that if something is close to death but is given some of the subject’s blood then it comes back to life and adapts like the others.” “Hmm…interesting, Doctor. Good work. Good work indeed.” The man tells the doctor

“Something I never forgot. F.E.A.R. You either Forget Everything And Run… or you Face Everything And Rise.” Cheyenne lifted her head. “Today we didn’t run,” Tora continued. “We stood at the edge of the end of the world… and we’re still here.” “We rose,” Gunner said, stepping forward. “Then let’s keep rising,” Chelsea added. “For the world, for the packs, the covens, the broods, the thunders, the odysseys—for everyone who doesn’t even know how close they are to being lost.” Isolde smirked. “I’d rather die rising than live on my knees.”

My handwriting wasn’t neat, but it was readable. “Gamma, Velise’s spirit came to me tonight. She says we must all be careful. Evil is not outside the walls…it is already inside. The name Reailks on the cloth was a message from her late father..a warning, not a threat. Velise says Tessa is not alone. Something clings to her. Something uses her. It's watching us through her. Tell Ember and Ezekiel..but in secret. Do not alert anyone else until you're sure who can be trusted.

The rancid air I smelled in the hallway earlier spreads across the room like a blanket, and the sound of heavy breathing makes the hair on my neck stand on end. As if in some kind of post-apocalyptic nightmare, the zombie-like forms of the house-maids, chefs, and butlers emerge from the hallway. Their eyes are sunken, and their bodies are torn and ravaged as if they were attacked by an animal. Blood and gore pour from their shredded skin, and some of their limbs are missing. “Oh my god, they’re dead!” I cry out at the macabre sight before me. I recognize some of the faces of people whom I grew up with, but I don’t see my mother’s face, which can either be good or bad. Tears gather in my eyes

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

"Between the two of us, no one must ever know that you were created from my own shadow. That has to stay a secret forever, no matter what happens." "Yes, Erezhul. I understand." "I don't really know why," Erezhul went on, and then he turned around again to meet Vyrelen's dark eyes with his own golden ones. "But I have this feeling that something is coming. Something big, something that might change everything." He looked at Vyrelen closely, studying his face and his build. Both men had the same strong body type and the same kind of striking good looks that made people want to stare at them, but where Erezhul's skin was pale like a vampire who had never seen sunlight, Vyrelen's skin was warme

Once again, he used his foot to shove me aside. However, I crawled over, even though my clothes were stained with blood. Dad’s face was ashen. He stared murderously at me, his facial muscles twitching with rage. It was as if he would kill me any second now. Eve’s eyes filled with fear, and she shook her head desperately. “No, don’t worry about me. Just stay back.” Dad dragged her into the room, and soon, the sound of agonizing screams filled the air. It was heart-wrenching and sent shivers down my spine.

The fact that Adara was with a wolf family, especially a respected family like the Sinclairs, didn’t bode well for them. “We have some time before she turns eighteen. The witch promised me she wouldn’t remember anything before her resurrection,” Juniper said. Ramos’s hate for Malachi Sinclair ran deep and he’d take it out on his whole family. Ramos even hated Malachi’s wife and son, especially the son. He had Sinclair blood in his veins and that meant he was the enemy. “It’s an Alpha family, do you really think they won’t do her resurrection ceremony right after she turns eighteen? We can’t wait that long!”