Resident Evil Ocs Novels & Stories

"Were you the one who changed the name of the game? The system did say that everyone had administrative rights before it was revoked." "You knew from the start that it wasn't going to be a plant apocalypse, didn't you? That's why you tricked us into choosing the wrong safehouses and skills!" "How are you still alive when you don't have any food or resources? You must be cheating!" Someone tagged the system and exclaimed, "I want to report Molly for cheating! I want to choose a new safehouse and skill!" I calmly replied to two of the messages. "The skill that I chose is reverse photosynthesis. I can survive as long as there are water particles in the air. I don't need food or water.

Oscar left the orphanage more confused in the beginning, until entering his mansion he received a call. Whatever they told him in the line made him angry. Daughter of a bitch he roared, took out his gun from his back pocket, and Walk inside the mansion. What's going on? I asked. Noah came down the stairs alone in sweatpants. Where is she? Oscar roared again. Noah pointed to the hallway where the basement is and Oscar ran towards there, he kicked the door open. A small ubiquitously figure was sleeping on the small mattress, she was startled because of the noise but Oscar had already gone to her front and pointed a gun at her forehead.

A young omega lay on the floor, her eyes open but lifeless. Kael knelt beside her, his jaw tightening. “She was one of the healers,” he said quietly. Aria closed her eyes, extending her senses. The energy that lingered in the room was not human or wolf. It was ancient, sharp as frost. Her heart raced. “This wasn’t a rogue. It was something worse.” The walls trembled slightly, a vibration too subtle for most to notice. But she felt it — the same rhythm that had pulsed through the cursed valley. Varos’s death had not ended the darkness. It had only woken something else.

“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.”

“I’m going to make sure it never gets noisy. Of course there will be parties once in a while but nothing too inconveniencing.” “That sounds good but the problem is that it will still attract outsiders, and the vampires only agreed to stay away from locals. Outsiders are game. They always feed on them. If they lose control, they end up draining humans of their blood which leads to death. They are uncontrollable. Would you want to get rid of dead bodies every day? I was getting frustrated with Hannah. She did not want to give up and accept defeat. The information had proved with no doubt that reopening the resort was a terrible idea.

Suddenly, a mechanical voice echoed through the entire rainforest like a death sentence: 【Phase One Complete.】 【Initial Trial Candidates: 100; Currently Surviving: 20.】 The number made my fingers pause involuntarily. In just three days, eighty lives had become fertilizer for the rainforest. Fragments of last-minute messages flashed across the communication crystal—filled with despair and madness. 【Don't go to the swamp! There's a mutated hydra there, it has no reason, it eats anyone it sees!】 【Did anyone see the Omega on the fifth level? He was driven mad by the illusions there and clawed himself to death...】