Resident Evil Ocs Novels & Stories

I didn’t know how to explain it, but having him near made the chaos seem more manageable. We reached a building that was mostly intact. It had once been a research facility, and we knew it was the best place to get the data we needed. Ethan gave a quick signal to his team, and we moved inside. The moment we stepped through the door, I was hit with the stench of rot. The walls were covered with bloodstains and claw marks—evidence of the infected’s assault on this place. The lights flickered overhead, casting long, unsettling shadows on the walls. I could hear the faint groans and hisses of the infected moving just outside the building, and I knew that if we weren’t careful, we wouldn’t make i

My face tumbled forward. "Get your head in the game, Fed!" He was trembling, not from my order, but from something else. I looked at the passenger's seat: Hermosa. An unconscious Omega that wasn't even aware of the danger we were all in. She was curled up, still breathing, still alive, but the mark on her neck was still there, but faint. There were lots of crows surrounding the car window at the back, chirping as they hit it steadily with their beaks. Her energy was too strong. I should have known all along that she was too powerful, even for me.

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.

Following the shop name printed inside, I managed to track down the online store of the seller. Unexpectedly, the store was empty, there was not a single item for sale. I had no choice but to tap on the customer service icon at the bottom of the page. I cautiously sent a message. [User2345: Hello, may I ask if the incense burners in your store are still available for purchase?] It was half past eleven at night, but to my surprise, the customer service replied quickly. [Satanic Shop: Hello dear, the products in our store can only be purchased with a strong desire. It seems we’ve detected that you don’t have a wish you truly long to fulfill.]

It can't be. *** The previous day, below the city's ground... The black haired girl skipped through the falling ceiling and dead bodies. She stopped just outside of storage. Her hair swung, revealing a golden eagle with red eyes on her leather jacket. "Where are the rest?" asked someone behind her. She turned around, revealing her green eyes and tanned skin. Her short frame doesn't make her afraid despite the blonde muscular guy standing in front of her. "They're coming," she answered. "Good. Do you have any information on Victor Clyde?"

In the blink of an eye, that zombie killed four of the Rank 3 Evolved Ones, leaving only the little girl alive. Seeing this scene, Lucas' face put on an excited expression. That was because that zombie with the Merciless Flame-Aqua Gun was none other than the Godly Sniper Zombie of the Apocalyptic Legion, Rexy. The little girl ran back to Lucas and hid behind him. She looked at the incoming zombie in horror.

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.

Her body tensed up the moment she felt someone behind her. Her heart started pounding again, but she refused to be scared. She turned around in a defensive stance, then gasped when she saw a zombie doll standing there, staring at her. It was holding a lit torch, the flickering light casting eerie shadows across its creepy face. After a few seconds, Valeria noticed a folded note sticking out of the doll’s chest pocket. She quickly pulled it out, took the torch from its hand, and moved to a brighter part of the room to read it.

“It’s mine. The Valentine bloodline was meant to be reborn through me—not through some Fae-blooded girl.” She lifted up a mouse her gnarled fingers tightening around it. In a split second it squeaked and turned into ash. “I’ll burn their little Eden to ash. And when it’s done, he’ll beg me to save him.” At the Valentine mansion, roses had begun blooming out of season. Crimson petals glistened with dew, but Odessa noticed too late the black veins creeping up their stems. By dusk, the orchard was a graveyard. Dozens of animals lay scattered across the fields—bodies twisted and desiccated, eyes wide with terror.

Oscar’s POV The night air was thick with frost and tension, each breath burning in his lungs as Solstice stirred beneath him, muscles coiling like steel springs. The rogues were already moving with the cunning of desperation, slipping through shadows, teeth bared, eyes glowing with intelligence and malice. The first wave surged suddenly, teeth flashing in the moonlight, claws scraping the frozen earth, and Oscar felt Solstice tighten, senses erupting into a symphony of awareness that far outstripped human comprehension. Every shift of weight, every subtle ripple of muscle in the rogues was immediately registered, every potential strike calculated before it even occurred. He lunged, twisting