Book About The Plague Novels & Stories

For a moment, he just stood there with furrowed brows, his orbs fixed on the cover. “Zombies are Real?” he read, tapping his fingers on the book. Taking a deep breath, he averted his gaze to the books seated next to them. Using his free hand, he grabbed one. “Supernatural Being.” With his lips curled, he scanned them from back-to-front cover. Immediately after, his mind drifted without prior warning. Something about the titles probed his guts. He just didn’t know what. Should he believe these zombies and supernatural beings were true? If not, how could he explain what he’d seen the night before?

The plague disease was in the Shadow Moon Pack too. How did this man find out that I was the cure? Did he smell me from there? The circles underneath his eyes grew wider as he hit the door with more provocation. No one was nearby — the thought alone increased my fears. He bowed his head for a while, then raised it up. “Please help me.” Tears streamed down his eyes. It wasn't his fault that he got ravaged by the plague. Last I heard, they were everywhere; the sickness doesn't choose people — it inflicts its virus on them.

he said. “Uhm, Lord Stephan…” He paused and looked at me. “Uhm….” He looked seriously hurt and I could also feel a deep anger brewing underneath. Was now the right time to tell him to go see his father? I decided against it, “Nothing… let’s go.” At the library we went through book after book on different illnesses, plagues and then we even went to mythological creatures. If a huge black serpent was responsible for the plague, it stood to reason that another creature could be responsible for this new attack.

The words landed heavy in the quiet room. For just over five years, the dark plague has crept like fog across the southern lands. I’d heard the stories whispered in the kitchens. Villagers collapsing with black veins spreading like roots beneath their skin. Wolves turning rabid and twisted. Children vanishing into the woods and returning as something unrecognizable. Scholars poured over ancient tomes, mages burned themselves out casting wards, but nothing had stopped it. The air itself seemed tainted where it spread.

James said and I smiled. "That was when he was just Doctor Alexander Sanchez but now he suspects me and I can't take the risk of letting him know what happened that night. Alex must not return to London, he must die in Afghanistan." 💊 Alex's POV 💊 "The plague is a vector borne infectious disease and it's caused by a bacteria called Yersinia pestis" I said. "So we just need to find a way to kill the bacteria" Jasmine said. "And also a way to repair the destroyed tissues cause it works by destroying the cells and tissues in the body."

He asked me to explain what the plague is. “The plague is a disease that can pass from one person to another. This disease can come from vermins such as rats and they’re very contagious and dangerous. If we don’t solve this issue now, the people in this empire will suffer.” I explained. The Emperor looked at me for a while. I got nervous by how domineering he looked. He and the Empress had a little chat before they turned to me. “I believe we don’t have doctors that can help treat this disease. We don’t even know this disease existed until you came here and told us about it.” The Emperor said.

The Plague was never swift. It moved like the slow ache of winter, silent and unseen—an inevitability that crept into cracks, hollowing out the places where hope once lived. It was not a sickness of blood or bone, but of spirit. A quiet unravelling of the light within, one thread at a time.