Book About The Plague Novels & Stories

“It erases memories. Selectively. It targets identity, culture, and history. People wake up not knowing who they are or where they came from.” “How many infected?” “Five thousand confirmed. But it spreads fast. Airborne. Highly contagious. Within months, we could be facing millions.” “Can we cure it?” “We do not even understand it yet. It behaves almost like it was designed.” “Designed?” “Yes. Engineered to erase specific knowledge.” The plague spread rapidly. Ten thousand infected. Then fifty thousand. Then hundreds of thousands. Victims retained language, motor skills, and basic function. But memories tied to identity vanished. Families became strangers. Leaders forgot their purpose. Entir

War with the human race, and with the other vampire races, would soon be his to wage. As Kyle continued downtown, now over Harlem, he dipped closer to the ground, using his vampire vision to zoom in on the details below. He grinned wider. His spreading of the Bubonic Plague has really worked. Pandemonium and chaos ruled. Those pathetic little humans were scrambling every which way, racing their cars the wrong way down one-way streets, arguing with each other, looting stores. He could see that most humans were covered in the horrible sores indicative of the plague. He could also see the corpses, already piled high on nearly every street corner. It was Armageddon down there. And nothing made h

Three weeks since the Shadow Wolves fell. Three weeks of rebuilding. Three weeks of burying the dead and nursing the wounded. Three weeks of believing that the eastern threat was contained. I should have known the darkness would find another way. The first case appears in a small village near the border. A wolf collapses in the street, his body wracked with fever, his eyes glowing red. Within hours, a dozen more are stricken. By nightfall, the village is quarantined. The plague spreads fast. Faster than anything we have ever seen. It does not kill. It changes. The infected lose their minds, their will, their humanity. They become something else. Something hungry.

Concordia, Nine Hundred and Fifty Years Before The plague spread with frightening speed amongst any human that had any contact with the new slaves. Meguitte tried desperately to contain it to the harbour and the stronghold, but it leaked out into the city, seeping through the streets and to neighboring strongholds. They did not understand how it did so, how it passed so efficiently between person and person. At some stage, the new slaves also sickened.

He was happily surprised to realize that this night, and his entire time in London, was turning out to be much better than he’d expected. He flashed back to his infecting all those rats under the wharf, and he imagined them, even now, racing through the streets, infecting other rats, carrying the plague to the far corners of London. He could see in his mind’s eye all the fleas that the rats would host, and all the people the fleas would bite. The plague, in just a matter of hours, would begin to spread like wildfire. He laughed out loud. He couldn't help himself. He just hadn't expected to have this much fun, this quickly.

I acted rashly and was willing to do just about anything each time the pain reached my chest and with the way I jumped up, she was probably already trying to consider leaving the room. “It… It just started a few hours ago but it's spreading really rapidly,” she stuttered. “Its symptoms are very erratic and violent and it's getting to anyone who comes in contact with affected people.” I watched with a stony expression as she delivered a detailed report on the sudden plague. Some of her words flew past my ears. It was hard to believe that something could be so quick and yet so devastating. “There are no casualties yet but if something is not done very quickly, it's really going to get bad,” sh

This plague spread quickly, and the way they had engineered it, it would be airborne. The pathetic humans would cordon off the city, of course. Shut down bridges and tunnels. Close air and boat traffic. And that was exactly what he wanted. They would be locking themselves in to the terror that would follow. Locked in, dying from plague, Kyle and his thousands of minions would unleash a vampire war unlike anything the human race had ever seen. Within a matter of days, they would wipe out all New Yorkers.

It wasn't a surprise that the plague had broken out in the prison before the guards caught it and then infected their families. I realized Sophie was still looking at me, waiting for a response and I smiled at her. "I'm not impressive. I just do what I have to do to help others." "Still impressive that you are trying to be humble." I chuckled. "Don't flatter me, Sophie." "How did you come up with the idea to use those herbs and leaves? No one had ever thought of using them." No one had ever dealt with a plague or was desperate enough to save a race from perishing before. "Instinct." I said.

One man shouted, “—You don’t know anything! Back then, Crimson Hollow wasn’t like this. Everyone knows there was a terrible plague that wiped the whole city out!” Another cut in, “It wasn’t just the plague. I heard there was some young doctor who claimed to have a cure. People say she is the reason everyone died.” “Yeah,” chimed in another, “I heard those people could’ve been saved. If not for that woman, maybe there’d still be a chance—” “Letting those infected run free would’ve meant the death of more than just one city. Sure, it was harsh, but maybe it was the only way to minimize the damage…”

I told her and she gave me a sympathetic smile. "Maybe you should go home early today. You attended to a lot of patient's today," she stated. "What were you talking about earlier?" I asked and she beamed. "I was just talking about how strange the plague is. There hasn't been any patient who recovered fully. There hasn't been a casualty either. The symptoms are becoming variable. It feels like someone is messing with us," she explained. I raised a brow at her and she shrugged. "What do you mean by that?"