Resident Evil Tyrant T-103 Novels & Stories

Deep beneath the bedrock of the Valerius brownstone, a heavy, mechanical shudder violently shook the floorboards. A deafening, subterranean roar echoed up through the walls as the analog, military grade backup generators physically kicked to life. The heavy glass bulbs of the master suite didn't return to their warm, golden glow. Instead, the tactical emergency grid engaged, bathing the sprawling bedroom in a dark, blood red light. Lucian slowly lifted his head, his pitch black eyes scanning the crimson lit room. "Silas," Lucian's voice dropped to a gravelly, demonic baseline that physically vibrated against Zara's collarbone.

Something that didn't belong in a "Real World." A **Titan** stepped out of the shadows. It was thirty feet tall, its body made of rusted iron and pulsing violet tubes. It had the face of a man, but the eyes were giant searchlights. On its chest, a large silver logo was etched into the metal: **AETHEL-GROUP: ASSET RECOVERY**. "Subject 01 and Donor 04," the Titan’s voice boomed, sounding like a thousand speakers blowing out at once. "You have exceeded your 'Independence' quota. Please remain still while your 'Conflict Data' is harvested."

I stared at it in horror. A nervous whisper escaped me. “Is this… an electric shocker?” The clerk chuckled. “Taser for the bedroom, sweetheart. Low-voltage. People swear by it.” I slammed the lid shut, mortified. My phone buzzed again. Thorne: You'll pick one tonight. Don’t pretend you won’t. You’ll think of me while you do. I clenched my teeth, typing furiously. Me: You bastard. You planned this? I don't need any of these.

Her jaw clenched. A faint tremor ran through her hand. This wasn’t just exposure. This was control. Someone had built this narrative piece by piece. Another notification slid in. Then another. Like knives, one after another. "𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗜𝗟𝗧 𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗕𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡? 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗔𝗠𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗟 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗟𝗔 𝗦� �𝗔𝗥𝗞"

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.

"I can feel your fear, smell your blood, and my body is screaming to take a big, huge bite." Elijah Orleans was overcome with uncontrollable fear that seemed to fill every part of his body. The woman standing before him had a face that turned dark as she stared at him. She pulled back a little, her chest rising, and her mouth opening in a way that he knew was not possible for a normal human being. Large fangs came out in the place of her normal teeth, and her face took on the shape of a ferocious animal. Veins popped out on her face, and her pure brown eyes turned a shade of black worse than anything he had ever seen before. She growled, emitting the most terrifying sound he had ever heard.

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

The demigod was so close to me that I could see the imprints of his runic tattoos on his arms and my fingers itched to touch them. “Well enough of the doom and gloom, rebels,” Clyde announced. “Who’s ready to explore?” Hoots and cheers filled the room and the excitement was so electrifying that I didn’t know when I joined in. “So where are we visiting this time?” A vampire asked, spreading out a map at the center of the rug. Everyone drew closer, peering at the map with serious expressions on their faces. “How about we give the newbies the opportunity to decide that?” Clyde turned to me, wearing a proud smirk on his face. “Nyx, Narin what do you guys think?”

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

Both their mother and Elliott ran to see the monster. It was a porcelain African mask of a devil and it lay shattered on the tiled floor. "Oh My God! You girls are so grounded. You don’t go about smashing people's things." Constance yelled ignoring their teary faces. "Mom we are sorry, we were so scared, we thought it would eat us." Mary said rubbing her running nose.