Resident Evil Oc Novels & Stories

I quickly changed my bedsheet and carefully opened the package. I did not touch the censer itself, nor did I dare to, but I quietly slipped the instruction manual into my pocket. I always believed in the saying "knowing is half the battle". I was going to find out what exactly the cursed relic was.

He hit the obsidian floor, his gold skin fading to a deathly, translucent white. "Mommy..." he whispered, his hand reaching out for the space where the light had been. I tried to move my fingers. I tried to command the vents. But the floor beneath my throne was still liquid, and as the First Omega’s remains settled, a new shadow detached itself from the silver-gray smoke. It wasn't a Watcher. It was Kael, but his digital silhouette was no longer blue. It was a jagged, necrotic purple—the color of the 14-B virus.

It was cloaked in black so the torso and legs were only a shroud of black making it impossible to tell what horrors were beneath the darkness. The worst part was the eyes, truly soulless eyes. There was no pigment, no iris, no pupil, only blank white orbs staring out from the skull. But somehow even still they were watching her and she knew that was the thing that had been there all those moment she has been in the forest searching for Abednego. The longer she looked the thicker the smell became. It was so strong she could taste it. It filled her nose and mouth, choking her. Her head was spinning as she began to gasp for air against the putrid smell of rotting corpse. Just before she passed

The scent told me this was the real deal and not just a model. I prodded the skull again, doing my best to suppress my panic when a piece of paper slipped out. Written out crudely on it was: ‘You whore! You ruined everything! Meet me at the pack's east border before midnight. Don’t test my patience, Omega.’ My throat dried at the last sentence. The word ‘omega’ stared maliciously back at me, a title that I could never escape. How did whoever this is was know my identity? I threw on a hoodie, pants and my hiking boots on autopilot. Could they just be speculating?

Scott said quietly, nodding at me. And just like that, they vanished before my eyes. They had already suffered enough in life. How could they die all over again because of me? I crouched on the ground, crying so hard I nearly fainted. The familiar mechanical voice rang out once more. "Congratulations, player. You have successfully cleared the horror game instance "Family of Four." Reward: Revival. Preparing to transport the player back to the real world. Countdown begins: 10, 9, 8..."

He staggered backward, clutching his heart, a sudden, inexplicable sense of absolute emptiness washing over his soul. Tatsumi’s body went completely limp. The golden light in her eyes flickered, dimmed, and finally vanished entirely, staring blankly up at the noon sky. Her blood quickly pooled across the white fabric of her dress, staining the wood beneath her. The thousands of pack members in the courtyard stood in stunned, absolute silence for three agonizing seconds, staring at the fallen Omega. Then, a single voice cheered, and within moments, the entire square erupted into a roaring, fanatical frenzy.

"This was found in Selene's rooms before she fled. It's addressed to someone in the Western Territories. We think it's Damon, but we can't prove it yet." I took the letter and broke the seal to read it quickly as my blood ran cold. "She's planning something for today," I said, looking up. "During the presentation, some kind of disruption." "What kind?" Helena asked, her concern seemed genuine now. "It doesn't say specifically." I read it again, looking for details. "Just that there's a contingency plan. If the poison didn't work. Something about the 'old way' and 'bloodrite challenges.'" "Bloodrite challenges were outlawed decades ago," Helena said she frowned. "They're barbaric."

The craft had began to descend and we moved to reunite with the rest of our team. We finally got reunited with Vicegrip and Warzone. Things were not looking good, however. Seeing how Carrie had gone with the Alligience and now we knew how exactly how Ethos was going to commit Mass genocide. Well, I hate to break this little a romance between you two. Darrell said referring to Eric and Adrian. But how we supposed to stop ethos and now that he has both the machine and the hybrid to use it? I may be able to provide some assistance with that. Zirocco said as his voice branched out from our communicators.

It seemed like a normal building as far as the eyes could see. She glanced at the tiled floor, it was a bright beige color, and at its center was the logo of E.V.I.L, the flower emerging from a bed of thorns. Ophelia recalled the first time she saw that logo on the uniforms of the corpses she had seen at the Crescents six years ago. She noticed she was falling behind and skipped her way to join the others before the elevator. The elevator arrived with a ding, it was big enough inside to fit them all at once. Garelt pressed a random button out of curiosity.

The air became thick with the scent of ozone and ancient blood. "Killian! Now!" I threw the Origin injector toward Killian, but before he could catch it, an Elder’s bullet struck the vial in mid-air. The Origin Strain shattered, the violet mist filling the crypt.