Novel & Cerita Resident Evil Ocs

Something divine—a succession Theo was mumbling about before he vanished like her father. Nexus must really have told her everything before— which she must have clearly forgotten. She’d lived with him for what felt like ages. Surely he could’ve left her a scroll, a letter, maybe a PowerPoint? But no, she had no manual. Just glittery trauma and a cryptic fever-dream line: “Tame a very powerful being.” Selena’s eyes widened as the words echoed in her head like a bad horror movie line. “He was talking about Theo... right?” Her voice quivered. “And if Theo is a spirit... d-does that mean h-he’s... an evil one?”

"All I'm trying to say is, what if evolution didn't just help only humans to survive but also some other unknown species? What if humans might not be the only superior ones? Who knows we might be the food to another species, you know, predators of the predators...the kind that preys on us?" "What on earth could be our predators?" Alyssa asked skeptically. "I think I know what they are," Cammie said in a solemn tone, making my head snap right up to her. Alyssa also leaned forward, waiting to hear something productive, but Cammie just kept on chewing and chewing until she was sure that our attention completely fell on her. She swallowed and said in a theatrical voice, "They are a pack of hungr

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.

A man knelt in front of him, battered and bleeding in many areas. Without sympathy, Errol expertly twirled the silver spear in his right hand and pierced it through the man's heart. The man's neck snapped backward, and his face was revealed... Draven. Her eyelids flying open, Belinda jerked to a sitting position. She was panting heavily, and her heart was beating wildly in her chest. What had she just seen? It took a while for her to register the floral wallpaper covering the walls, and the old but functional desk and chair across her. She was at the orphanage, in the room Shoba had put her in, not some apocalypse.

She walked off, swaying her hips while she did. TAYLOR’S POV AN HOUR TO MIDNIGHT I hurried back to the small barn near the estate. Oscala was waiting for us there with the other two ghosts. I took another look behind me to see if I was followed I wasn’t . I quickly snuck right back into the barn. Everyone has their heads down when I walked in but once they saw me, they rose up immediately. Oscala eyes literally glowed like Christmas lights. It told me he was very worried.

No one knows where these bugs come from, like they have been locked up for a long time, and they bite when they catch someone. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night in Jessie's house, the other people in Sin City were all awakened, but seeing those densely packed with highly poisonous bugs, all of them dared not approach. Oscar hides somewhere among them, teasing a killer bee in his palm. Vincent only felt his scalp tingle when he saw this scene, no wonder the master wasn't worried about offending the entire Sin City at all, so he was hiding such an ace card. Oscar hummed to the bugs and felt someone looking at him, the tail of his eyes picked up and he hastily handed the killer bee ov

Oscar was puzzled but growing increasingly angry. "You’re digging your own grave!" Oscar roared. Tyron sneered. "Is that so? I think you're the one digging your grave." Oscar's eyes narrowed. "Don’t think I won’t kill you just because you’ve got that genius Adrian backing you. In my world, anyone who provokes me dies." Without hesitation, Oscar launched an attack, and the two dark immortals beside him recklessly charged forward. The crowd was stunned by the terrifying power Oscar unleashed. Then, they saw him pull out a talisman.

He needed emotional closure, a confirmation for his shattered soul. That night, Oscar stood at the family’s private graveside under the pale moonlight. He wore an all-black suit, his frail body leaning on his cane. In his hand, he carried a small bottle containing a thick red liquid—Viktor Kovic’s blood, which he had taken directly before leaving Zurich. He walked towards the three graves: Olivia. David. Daniel. Oscar opened the bottle. The metallic scent stung his nostrils, bitter like vengeance itself. With a trembling hand, he poured the fresh blood onto the grave soil.

She showed the Eurasian Oedland, but far south, beyond dead seas and toxic swamps, glowed a huge red spot. “Sector Omega,” I read the verbal letters on the map. Kael's massive body stiffened abruptly. The green light in his eyes flickered like a restless flame. I knew why. Sector Omega was not some place on the map. It was the place where the consortium of Kael held captive for over a century, had tortured and experimented. It was the darkest spot in his past. “The Old World has developed the biomechanical code down there. Before the case,’ Rolled kael. His voice sounded as rough as smurgel paper. “It’s not a mutation. It

"The same blackness, the same withered state, even the same filament-like residue." A chill ran down my spine. "You mean..." "This conservatory is saturated with the parasite's spores. And the concentration must be massive to cause decay on this scale." Just then, a muffled scream, followed by the heavy thud of a body hitting the floor, came from the direction of Eleanor's room. Veronica and I locked eyes, our faces filled with terror. "Father!" Veronica cried, about to dash toward the sound. I grabbed her arm. "Veronica, it could be a trap!"