Resident Evil Village Oc 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

"I try. But the matter... it doesn't want to stay inside me. I think the Mortality Infection is confused. It thinks I'm a memory that forgot to be deleted." The peace of the afternoon was shattered by the frantic beat of hooves. A horse, its flanks lathered in white foam and its eyes wide with terror, galloped into the clearing. The rider was a young woman from the Coastal-Outposts, her face a mask of profound Psychological Trauma. "Vance! Kazimir!" she screamed, sliding off the horse and collapsing into the dirt. "You have to come! It’s happening in Port Orizon!" David Vance and Mina ran from the makeshift infirmary as a crowd of villagers gathered. Kazimir stepped forward, his hand steadyi

Dad said. Aravelle was our priestess — An old lady who lived on the Spire and rarely came out. I’d only ever seen her three times in my life, and each time, I was caught off guard by how ancient and creepy she looked. “Definitely,” the Alpha nodded. “But first, let’s have a private meeting. Ladies, can you excuse us?” So Mom, Vira, and I walked back to our cabin moments later. I woke up gloomy the next day. The events of yesterday kept replaying in my head: t

“I will go on and ask first. We once came into a village. It was abandoned it was connected to the Lycan kingdom. The road to it lies on the route that is in dispute between the wolves and the Lycans. It was the pack where my mother and Oscala were born and brought up. It was also where the witch was born and killed for three first time.” “Wait the witch is dead. Then how come…” Resha’s mother was evidently surprised. It was written all over her face. “My mother touched her when she was killed and she took some of mother’s power and used it to bring herself back but for id still dead, in a way and she is looking for my mother’s powers so she can become alive again. That pack can you tell us

This time round more careful not to attract attention. “You heard me right! That moron had a fetish for young boys! You'd only find him in company of men who were way younger than him. He lured them with his money. I'm sometimes tempted to think that he used satanic forces to lure them!” She explains. “I had heard stories from reliable sources that he was seen around the neighbouring guest houses with men but I ignored. He loved me with everything he had and I had no reason to doubt him. He took good care of us. My son and daughter loved him more than anything else in this world. They day, I had traveled to the village with my kids but the car broke down. We couldn't continue with the journe

and please take care of our Luna. "See you soon, Martha.'' Jessie waved at the older woman. "Now come, might as well enjoy the day.'' Christian gently pulled on Jessie's hand. The both of them held hands as they walked the street of the village. Everyone watched as they walked by. Some made faces as they went, but never dared to say anything. ''Do you know what attacked me?'' "Our assumption is a vampire.'' "What? How, I thought they couldn't get in and why are you so calm about this?"

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.]

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.

“An old Blackwood record.” My eyes moved across the faded words. There was a location. An abandoned village beyond the northern forest. “The child was taken there,” Damien said. Kael looked at the map. “Then that is where we go.” We continued until night. The village appeared before us. No lights. No voices. No people. Only broken houses and ruined walls. I stepped down from my horse. The moment my feet touched the ground, my wolf woke. She growled inside me. I froze.

She never told anyone. When she died, it should have ended there. Her body should have been taken to the cremation ground and offered to Vishnu, her ashes thrown in the river. But recently an Aghoran priest had entered our village. He had other ideas for her body. Aghora was the left-handed path, the dark path, and no one would have listened to what the priest had to say if the panic over the plague hadn't been in the air. The priest brought his blasphemous ideas, but many listened to him because of their fears for the plague. He said the plague was the result of an evil rakshasa or demon that had taken offense at our worship of the great God Vishnu. He said the only way to free our village