Resident Evil Retribution Rain Ocampo Novels & Stories

The world had narrowed to flickering screens, red warning strobes, and the thin, glassy air of helplessness. In the darkened command room, Rhett stood in front of a wall of monitors, pale with horror. His finger traced a glowing schematic: the layout of Echo’s hidden pediatric lab—code-named “Nest.” Savannah stood behind him, arms tightly wrapped around herself as if bracing against a cold that lived in her blood. “They call it Cascade V-2,” Rhett muttered, almost to himself. “It’s not a vaccine. It’s a reprogramming agent.”

Organic. Liquid. Alive. > SUBJECT R-113 CONFIRMED PRIMARY DIRECTIVE: EVOLVE GHOST PROTOCOL ENGAGED Raine stood in the core chamber—barefoot on glass, his skin webbed with living circuitry. He didn’t speak. The Vault didn’t ask. It knew him. It remembered him. Holograms flared to life around him: scenes from Hollowmere, from Ashgrove, from every lab that burned in silence. Faces of the dead. Screams of the infected. His memory—weaponized.

The rain had just tapered off, leaving the road a slick, treacherous slurry of wet dirt. I hit the muddy ground hard, my fingers clawing for traction, only to slide back down again and again. Carter didn't move. He sat in the idling SUV, watching my struggle through the window with a face like stone. "See that, Selene?" he called out, his voice dripping with disdain. "Without me, you can't even pull yourself out of the gutter. Go ahead—break the bond and walk away. Tell me, where does an unprotected Omega go in a world like this?"

Third Person Rain glanced between Cealan and Karim. They looked too familiar with each other, and beneath his skin, Raze growled, not liking the thought of another omega getting close. In terms of looks, Rain could be best described as a white lotus under snow, while Prince Karim was dark-skinned and outspoken, a sun-browned lotus still surviving. Rain looked like the fragile version, and Karim was the kind who would burn if you got close enough. Cealan instantly sensed Rain's protest as his finger tightened around his arm, so he turned and smiled at his mate, patting his hand a little. "The prince is only an old acquaintance," he whispered.

my father asked. He nodded at Roderick, and the screen started playing out the attack in front of the room. They all gasped in shock, reacting to the punishing blow that Beta Camden dealt the Omega. I hadn’t seen it yet; my father had handled the camera review himself. I was infuriated at seeing him rush at the Omega, hitting him so hard that he flew into the air.

I sighed, and began to walk on the narrow path. Looking down, my heart shook for the fear of falling off. I couldn't see anything below me: it was completely dark. I swallowed hard, and continued walking until I arrived at the spot where I was meant to stand. Suddenly, the lights came on, shining directly on me. I swept my eyes all over the place, looking at my reflections on the mirror hanging in the air. “My name is Caleb, and you are standing before the Five Pillars Of Truth that oversee the affairs of the White Moon pack. Would you kindly tell us why you're here, Daphne?”

The joy and fear that passed through khalys was unmistakn, his eyes moved around for where to keep Ez without the omega noticing but knowing how quick witted that omega is, Ez shut khalys and his thoughts off with a side eye. Over twenty people were starting to cough out blood from slitted throat or gouged out eyeballs. Goddess caelyn is my replica of the brutal person I was when I was at that age. “You just got yourself your own apartment”, Jamiel shouts at caelyn before pushing out his shadow to walk through the guys kneeling, anyone of them Jamiel shadow passes through gets their last life drained and their soul sucked out of them, caelyn mothered something about Jamiel being cool and I t

"Don't touch the straps, Ethan." Caleb’s voice was a dry rattle, barely audible over the hum of the silver-nitrate pump. I froze. My claws were an inch from the leather binding his left wrist to the cold marble of the altar. The cathedral smelled like a medical ward in hell—antiseptic, burnt sage, and the copper tang of fresh blood. Outside, the rain of Neo-Veridia hammered against the boarded-up stained glass, but inside, the only sound was the frantic, electronic beep of the Dead Man’s Switch.

It had to delete the "keys." "Dante, let go! You have to let go!" "I... love... the smell... of rain..." His voice flickered in her mind, a fading signal. "Remember... the word... B..." "Mistletoe!" Bianca wailed. The terminal erupted. A localized EMP burst outward, shattering the glass and sending shards of screen flying into the wind. The low-frequency hum stopped instantly. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the whistling gale.

"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."