Resident Evil Village Fanfic Novels & Stories

I watch her shoulders contract, her entire body going so tense she nearly splits the pestle in half. But she takes a breath and relaxes, resigned. “They came to our village in the night. A horde of vampires… and we were just mortals. I was studying apothecary… potions and herbs. I had parents. I had Alma and Ewan–” She shudders, gripping the counter. My stomach hollows out. I can sense her pain. She tucks her chin to her chest but silent sobs rip through her back. “Who’s Ewan?” I ask, knowing the answer is going to gut me like it’s gutting her.

A couple was having sex on the desk. The girl’s straddling a guy, grinding her hips while flipping her hair like a whip. Her naked boobs bounced like two freaking melons. She casually turned her head and she saw me. “FUCK!” she screamed. I hastily wanted to back out of the room. But it was too late. The guy lying on the desk turned his head to me. He’s got dark hair, green eyes, and the face of an angle. Ezra Ravenshire. The Lycan King’s heir narrowed his eyes at me. The expression on his face turned deadly.

The Court spreads out—awkward at first, then not. Seras helps Mom finish the mici and mămăligă. Lucian and Dad bond over coffee strong enough to strip paint. Kayo and Nerida raid the fridge like starving foxes. Rowan sets up a portable grimoire station on the dining table, already scanning for rift signatures. Remy never lets go of my hand. **Remy (mind-to-mind):** “Feels good to be home.” **Celeste:** “Yeah. Feels like we earned it.”

I start to slow down, allowing a bit more distance between us. Damian stops, waiting for me to catch up. “You look pale.” “I’m fine.” “You’ve been saying that all day.” I brush past him, pushing forward. “It’s just a long journey. I’m tired. That’s all.” He gently catches my arm. “Selena.” I pull my arm away. “I said I’m fine.” He lets me go, but I can feel his eyes on me. --- The village appears as dusk settles in—a few stone huts, smoke drifting from chimneys, and a garden tucked against the mountain. An old woman waits at the gate, her hair white, hands folded, with sharp eyes that seem to assess me.

That I was Romy, the little sister of Alina Hawthorne? Either ways, I wasn’t leaving his room until I drove the knife right into his heart. "Go to hell!" I spat, thrashing wildly to break his hold, but every violent movement only ground my hips against his, sending electric, traitorous shocks of arousal straight down my spine. The mate bond was a terrible, sickening thing. Rowan’s chest rumbled with a dark chuckle, his gaze flickering to my lips. "Gosh, I can smell your arousal, Raven. It’s intoxicating. Feels like you're fighting that far more than you're fighting me,” he smirked. “are you sure you came here to kill me, or fuck me?”

But from the other side of the hall came the stifled crying of one of the women. I followed the sound with my eyes. Not far off, a young couple clung tightly to each other. The husband a vampire, the wife a human, just like us. When the attack came, that vampire husband had pulled his wife into his arms almost before it began. And even with the danger past, he still hadn't let go. He bent to kiss her forehead, murmuring comfort to her over and over. “It's over now.” “Don't be afraid. I'm right here.”

Anyway, there was another reason why I was in this garden instead of drowning myself in self study like usual. It was because this was the day when the male lead, Alistair, came back from a mission and would accidentally stumble into this place and meet his long lost half sister whom he hadn't seen for eleven years. Yes, it was the first meeting between the male lead and the villainess in the book. Of course, it was far from a heart touching reunion. Bella never failed to show how much she detested him. But it wasn’t like she had a lot of opportunities to show her hostility towards him, which was fortunate for me, because it meant that we could start in an almost blank state.

"Are you her? Let me introduce myself. I'm Liviel, Awakener of Lilith, the Progenitor of Vampires." She extends a hand toward me. I notice her fingernails—they are pitch-black and unnaturally long. They look sharp enough to slice through steel. I flash her my most brilliant, disarming smile. "Nice to meet you, roommate." I reach out and clasp her hand. The moment our palms touch, her grip tightens like a vice. I look up, meeting her glowing crimson eyes. There is no warmth in them—only the predatory thrill of a hunt. In a fraction of a second, her other hand shoots forward, those pitch-black nails aiming straight for my heart in a lethal, blindingly fast thrust.

"We have seen enough and keeping you alive will bring more curses in this village. We will spill your blood for all the lives that have lost. Your kind is evil and deserves only nothing but death" All the weapons now turned at them. The sharp tips of the spears and some arrows gleamed in the sun, guns and torches ready to fire and burn. Serra was shaking behind her mother, her heart pounding loudly. Her throat dry as dusty air filled her lungs. All the villagers now looked like hungry wolves, ready to dive and kill. Among the crowd she saw Rila and for the first time in a while, she could read her face, clear as the water in the river. There's a look of hate, disgust, and anger in her expres

We walked down through the sleeping village together, my father leaning on my arm, past the shuttered windows and the doused remains of the pyre and the lanterns guttering in their strings, the snow settling over all of it, soft and quiet and pure white. The morgue was colder than the night outside. My father pulled the chain on the single bulb, led me to the shelf along the far wall, and drew the sheet back without a word. Vivian looked smaller than I remembered. Younger, too, with the sneer gone and her dark hair combed back from her face by some kind soul who hadn’t known her at all. I waited to feel the old anger. It didn’t come. All those years, two lifetimes of scheming and jealousy an