Resident Evil Novels & Stories

I drove my eyes away and head back to the bed. Though I am trying to avoid her, I am just pretending to do so since I am noticing every movement of her. She applied the antiseptic around her neck, opened her luggage and pulled out a red saree then moved to the washroom. I try to close my eyes to sleep but I can't. I had gone through the biggest quake ok my life which shook me from inside.

A thought whispered through her mind, unbidden and startling: Am I dying? But no, that didn’t feel right. This wasn’t death, it was something else, something primal and ancient. The bond she felt with Alaric had been strange enough, but this… this was different. It was like her body was trying to tell her something, trying to awaken something buried deep inside her. She lay back against the bed, trembling as the sensations subsided slightly, leaving her exhausted and confused. She didn’t know what was happening, but she knew one thing for certain. Her life would never be the same.

While propping myself up on the wheelchair, I rose to my feet. A look of shock came across Selena's eyes, and she froze mid-laugh. I tapped into my phone and tapped on the recording. "One needs to apply some tactics when going against someone who's evil. What do you think?" Selena started screaming when she realized that her plan had failed. With a cold gaze, I stared at her going berserk. After calming herself down for a moment, she reached out to snatch my cell phone away from me. I dodged her, resulting in her losing her balance and rolling down the stairs.

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