Bloody Flux Disease Novels & Stories

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice, my pretty little doctor." I took a deep breath. This illness was rare, but I'd seen it before. The tricky part was that it was very hard to cure. "It's called Lycanthropic Disjunction," I said. "It's a genetic disorder. A throwback to a primal, unstable form of the lycanthropic gene. It doesn't just 'activate' during the change. It shatters the change itself." The rogues looked horrified. Axel frowned, "I don't care what it's called. Just tell me there's a cure."

Let’s just say it was way too close for comfort. “Francisella tularensis,” Hunter began, his tone steady but grim. “This bacterium is highly infectious, spreads easily, and can cause severe illness or death. In short, it’s a dangerous bio-weapon. People infected with it suffer from symptoms like skin ulcers, fever, coughing, vomiting, and diarrhea.”

In the evening, their whole body turned red and caused a burning sensation. Everyone experienced it until the performance of the house pack was slightly reduced, but strangely, only Alpha and Luna, Elder Sofia and the healers. The Crescent pack was clearly in chaos due to the sudden outbreak of the strange disease. Even the export process was temporarily at a standstill. Even the healers couldn't confirm what kind of virus it was, even though they had taken blood samples from patients in the pack and brought them to the city for research. The results concluded that it was a new virus, and there had never been research results before, even considered worse than the rabies virus or lychantopia

After a brief silence, detective Jones broke the silence and asked "what do you think maria?“ “About what?” “This, of course!” detective Jones said increasing his tone. “Calm down partner. Anyways, I think we're dealing with a nasty serial killer that has an obsession with flowers” Maria joked. “It's not just that. But wait, I think am beginning to get the pieces, according to the woman, a white rose represents chastity and purity,now a blood stain on it would mean what? The chastity or purity have been stained and how is that possible?”

I hate him. The meeting began. “We called this board to discuss updates on the disease,” Aiden spoke, his voice calm, commanding. Cassia’s eyes betrayed her as they followed the movement of his lips, memories flashing unbidden. She shook it off quickly, focusing on her notes. Clearing her throat, she began. “The disease is unlike anything I’ve studied before. It is not airborne. It cannot be transmitted through touch. Its root lies within wolf blood itself. And to be honest… I don’t believe a cure exists.”

’ Future Noah would flip his middle finger at that: ‘That beast in human skin is not even the half of it! Current Noah, however, had no idea of what was to come, and as the owner of a wonderous mind whose innate curiosity could easily bypass all the negative thoughts, his attention was easily diverted to another topic: “What is a Fluxer and what personality trait is it related to?” “Fluxers are really adaptable, open-minded, and flexible in their way of thinking. Their power is to change the physical state of matter. Like, turning stuff from gas to liquid to solid and vice versa.” Blackie explained.

Gabriel nodded his head in acknowledgment. "What's wrong with your uncle?" Fleur's eyes instantly turned sad. "He has T.B and we couldn't afford treatment for him." Gabriel had no idea what that T.B is after all werewolves don't have to go through these kinds of diseases. "If you would be able to afford now then." Fleur smiled at him shaking her head. "It's useless now. No amount of money can treat him anymore. We don't even know which second we might lose him." Blinking her tears away Fleur shook her head.

What was happening? I lifted my tear-filled eyes and looked at Damien with disbelief. I was in love with Damien? At that moment, Damien looked at me, then at the flowers on the ground, and back at me. "Felix, do you like eating flowers?" After asking that, he probably did not believe it himself. He looked at me with probing eyes, waiting for my answer. I pressed my lips together and hesitated before reluctantly explaining, "It's Bloom Syndrome." I planned to get up and leave after saying that, but Damien moved to block me. I frowned at him, my displeasure evident.