Resident Evil Oc Novels & Stories

"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 lights dimmed, leaving only the red glow from the walls. The sound of metal grinding filled the air, followed by heavy, slow footsteps echoing closer and closer. I pressed my back to the wall, my pulse racing. “What the fuck is that?” Nova grinned like a maniac. “Your first test.” Something moved in the dark massive, mechanical, dragging chains. The air filled with the smell of rust and oil. I stumbled backward. “No, no, no, this can’t be real.” “Oh, it’s real, baby,” Nova said. “Rule number one in Erevos if you can still scream, you’re still alive.”

He already knows what is wrong but he still needs to confirm. He studied the young woman's wounds. There are scratches around her arms and legs. Probably from the dragging by her predators. Jones is a vampire but after years of practicing self-control, he managed to make his senses devoid of any scent. If his guess was true, then this woman's blood wouldn't affect him no matter how addictive her blood is.

Evans said and Hazel placed the book on the table and wasted no time in turning the first page. She saw that it was blank and she took a quick glance at Mr. Evans before standing upright. She muttered something which was no doubt a spell and she placed her hand on the book. When she took her hand off, she saw a drop of red ink which started to form into words and she read, “The body is made mortal but there is an immortal body. If triggered, the inner body is quickened. The Chosen One shall make atonement on the land of ashes.”

“Have you seen ‘Resident Evil 7’ before?” Bernard questioned the secretary instead of answering the question. “Huh?” The secretary was a little surprised and was not sure why the question was asked, but she responded, “I’ve seen a little of it before.” Bernard continued, “In the game, the antagonist, Eveline, was made into a bioweapon who could turn every single part of her body into a weapon, and she could even infect others with the mold she created.

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.

The sound that leaves Osric is bone chilling, his lycan form is terrifying, built out of pure muscle, with fur so black it’s like he is made of darkness. “Raven focus! This isn’t over!” Embry screams at me, while knocking a vampire away from me, as I stand frozen, watching Jonathan’s body falling onto the blood-soaked grass the moment Osric and Orin collide. Watching them collide is like watching a bomb go off, releasing a shock wave that knocks every nearby fighter back a few feet. “No, this can’t be real,” I sob, pulling myself up I run to my mate’s body laying on the frozen ground, staring up at the moon with vacant eyes.

"You seem up to normal, well...for a Vampire." Scarlett consciously scooted away from her uncle and knitted her hands together. Shawn and Kairos pondered at the scene before looking at each other. "I...had another vestige of Mom's memories again." She quietly murmured. Joshua's ginger brows quickly furrowed. "Vestige?" Shawn tilted his head. "It means she had memories of her birth mother. That's what Omega Vampires usually experience." Kairos explained before turning to Joshua for confirmation. "Right?"

“That’s… good, right?” “Yes,” Ophelia says. “But dangerous. If overused, they can harm you. Severely.” “How?” “That is something Shawn should explain to you later.” Ophelia says, releasing her hand. Eva turns to me again and our eyes meet. They linger a second too long. Colin clears his throat abruptly. “So,” he says, breaking the moment, “what does this ‘Time Scent’ have to do with a dead assaulter?” Ophelia folds her hands. “It’s possible he came from the East. The mate bond she now shares with Shawn may have activated her ability, causing her to be pulled toward a scent tied to a past event in her memory.”

“He cursed your autocorrect?” Tora nodded. “Turned every heart emoji into a vomiting squirrel. Real mature.” “Still not as bad as when he cursed your coffee stash after you called him Grandpa Voldemort,” Jax added helpfully. Cheyenne burst out laughing, then grabbed a pen off the counter and started scribbling on the whiteboard labeled “CURRENT APOCALYPSE STATUS” in the kitchen. “So to recap: Isolde’s mom is undead, psychotic, and after her daughter’s soul. We’re calling in a warlock and possibly the goddess hotline. And I still haven’t had a donut today.”