Resident Evil Village Oc Novels & Stories

Soleman's tone as he speaks, it seemed that he knew something about what they were looking for. They returned to the hospital to search for the oldest storage and it was located under the basement. When they reach the bottom of the hospital, it was so dark, the smell was stinky and there were lots of insects crawling on the wall. The door was filled with thick spider webs so they removed them first. The door opened and a disorganized mountain of files welcomed them. "Oh Lord... How could we find that record in this messy place?" Angelic whispered. William noticed that the files were compiled accordingly. So he advised Angelic to find the files of year 2010.

The elder vampire turned around, with the gun still in his hand, and pulled the trigger. Mason's eyes widened and he gasped as the vervain bullet pierced through his skin and became lodged in his chest. He staggered back and fell to the ground, unmoving. Harley screamed as Demitri pulled the trigger two more times to triple the dosage of vervain; making it impossible for Mason to break through.

Hermosa Pov Rowen's face folds into a frown as he stood up from where he was seated. His bulging tummy not hiding underneath his clothes sticking out. "This Omega attacked me, my Elders!" He points to my kneeling form on the floor. All the Elders nod their heads in approval of his statement, staring at one another. "Then explain how she did it." Rapheal's calm and deep voice filled the room. "You doubt an Alpha?" Rowen replied in a shaky voice. "Over thissss—"

​The descent into the Forgotten Village felt less like walking down a slope and more like slipping into a forgotten memory. As Laura, Dave, and Selene stepped onto the crumbling cobblestones of the village square, the air tasted metallic ash and ancient decay. The violet light of the map had dimmed to a steady, throbbing pulse, acting like a beacon in the perpetual twilight of the valley. ​The village was a graveyard of power. Everywhere they looked, there were remnants of a once-vibrant society: a shattered obsidian gate that hinted at the presence of vampires, deep claw marks on stone towers that spoke of the lycanthropes, and crumbling altars where the mages once channeled the stars.

He only realized that they had reached their destination when Mary shook him. "Where are we staying?" "Right there, in the last house in the village." They began to walk, the snow road lit by the lamps in front of the doors, the houses are all closed, implying that this place was haunted. The smell of fear was clear to both of them. Upon arriving at the inn, they went straight to their rooms. There was no one at the reception, and finally Occisor breathed in relief. "So. I need more details about this serial killer."

Vivien reopened her eyes and stared at the old man. When the villagers turned, Jucel looked to Chloe, and the latter nodded once. It was as if to say that there was something very strange about this town. That it wasn’t at all like the others. That as long as they were inside, maybe they could find out what the problem was and fix it. Reluctantly, Vivien followed Chloe and the others into the village. A chill ran down her spine as they passed one of the five villagers.

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.

I blindly felt the ground and almost cried in triumph when my hand closed around a jagged piece of wood from the broken bench. With all the strength I could muster, i drove the sharp edge into Breve’s side and he fell off me. Without stopping to think or assess the damage I had done, I quickly opened and slipped through the gate as quietly as I could trying my best to subdue my ragged breathing. I stepped into the vibrant garden and stopped in horror at the sight before me. At the farthest side of the garden was a deranged-looking he-wolf holding a teary girl with a dagger pressed to her neck.

she pointed to the underlined words of the other book. Mr. Evans looked at the words as Hazel then explained, “The Chosen One will make a sacrifice on the land of the dead.” She stood upright and faced Mr. Evans. She said, “The gathering of the dead means the place where the last war took place, where everyone died. That is the land of the dead and also the land of ashes. The Vampires bodies turned into ashes later on and now, we need to know where that land is.” When Mr. Evans didn’t speak, Hazel said, “Think Aiden, you were there that day. Where is that land?” she asked him and looked into his eyes as if the answers would come out.

“We did find some of them frozen back at camp. They were killed by those monsters we beat. What if they were killed by them?” “That’s not possible. Our scientists brought guards, I didn’t see any guard amongst the dead bodies. Even in the rogue pack we entered, we didn’t see any of our guards or the equipment they used. They are here. I can smell it.” V could be scary at times with his powers to detect if lies were being told. His crazy eyes told me all I needed to know. He walked to the gate and pointed his sword at the guards who flipped him off.