Resident Evil Novels & Stories

“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

I quickly climbed off the bed, grabbed my stethoscope, and pressed it against Blake’s chest. There was no heartbeat. He was definitely dead. I let out a long breath of relief. But something still wasn’t right. If he were truly dead, then my method should have worked without fail. The Revival Worm was naturally drawn to corpses. Once it entered the body, it would temporarily stimulate the man enough to let him spend one final intimate moment with his lover. At the same time, it would trigger the release of viable sperm.

As expected, the zombie outbreak was here right on the dot. Screams of terror could be heard coming from various spots in the residential area. Soon, the air was permeated with the heavy stench of rot and copper. "Oh, God!" When Mom witnessed the harrowing scene taking place outside the villa, she let out a scream before collapsing into a dead faint. Despite knowing that the apocalypse would descend upon the world soon, she was still terrified the moment she saw it happening before her eyes. Emmett hugged me from behind. He murmured to me, "Honey, you really suffered a lot in your previous life."

“We don’t know. But we intercepted a private contract: a bounty. Ten million Euros, dead or alive, for Ezra Vireaux.” Alma stiffened. “From who?” Petra glanced down at her tablet. “Signed anonymously, routed through nine countries. But the payment path matches one person.” “Who?” Ezra growled. Petra’s voice dropped. “Lucien.” Silence. Ezra stared at the screen like it had betrayed him. “He’s dead.” Petra nodded. “His body is. But not his backups.” Roman cursed. “Digital resurrection?” “Or worse,” Petra said. “Ghost-code. Designed to awaken if his biological self was ever destroyed.”

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!”