Croatoan Virus Supernatural Novels & Stories

"Seems gruesome..." "It is, but I had a vision, several visions, of a large wolf bound in chains the way Fenrir was said to be. Selene was trying to kill it." He paused. "I think the werewolf virus has some connection to this story. It's old enough for it to have been obscured, and given what I saw of the Moon Wars, I wouldn't put it past Selene to have fiddled with human knowledge of the supernatural." "Will you tell me about the Moon Wars?"

Although he had not seen or studied them, he could feel the quantity of inscriptions, numbering at least twenty Primevals. “This is terrifying.” James furrowed his brow. “Your Highness.” Corrado appeared before Xayvion. He was disheveled and fierce-looking. He said, “These anomalies have attacked our race and seek our destruction. Today, let us join forces and eliminate them right here.” Xayvion remained calm. He swept his gaze to James and the others in the distance, a faint smile playing on his lips as he said, “Death is too merciful for them.”

He took the picture and stare at it. “How did you get this?” “You once had this life isn't?” “Kenzo sent you, he's cheap isn't he.” He caress the picture. And a fiant smile came on his face. “This is Brown my best friend and his wife, Sally, he was once he head of the cult. He was killed by the cult itself. A year after he was place on seat. His wife was pregnant then had to escape else they would kill her as well. So I took her home and hid her till she gave birth, after the baby birth she flee leaving the baby behind.”

Time to do some discovery, starting with what I am, where I am, and maybe also who that old man from before was—not like it was important anyways. As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, the sight of the old man's corpse lying ojnthe ground filled me with disgust. ‘Okay let's try if this still works, not that I suppose it will,’ I thought to myself as I touched his wrist. Informations began flowing into my head on impact with his. Ones that stuck the most was the fact that this ugly man, was an alpha. Alpha Cassius of Ravenwood Pack. The pack didn't ring a bell to me at all.

Zac asked, still finding it difficult to believe. "It means that there are a lot of rogue vamps we call The Others that are after you," I said then paused to take a breath. "And these vamps are not like us. The Others have no humanity, no desire to preserve human life. The only thing they think of is self gratification and the kill." "So where do you fit into all this?" Zac asked, stepping away from me. "Now, Zac, remember what you said," I hedged, already sensing his alienation. "That you would still love me no matter what?"

"He wants to turn every Omega in the Northern Territories into a rabid animal. And your little dancer? He was at the Silver Crest when the first strain broke out." Mateo’s stomach dropped. The image of Victor—VX—shivering on the bed in the dressing room flashed in his mind. The way he’d looked at the silver medical kit with pure, unadulterated terror. "You think Victor is infected?" Mateo asked. "I think he's a carrier," Santiago said. "And if you’ve been marking him, Teo... if you’ve been putting your slick inside him..." "I didn't fuck him," Mateo barked.

“Next time you talk, this silver bullet will land on your feet.” Crane stared at Scott for a long time, making sure he kept his mouth shut, before turning back to Ciara. “Here’s the thing,” he said. “I hate to admit it, but I’m having a little problem with my discovery serum. A serum capable of turning ordinary humans into werewolves.” Scott’s eyes widened in horror at this. Even though he already knew what Crane’s purpose was in locking up Ciara, he still shuddered when he heard it in person.

She couldn't help it. "I've lived outside for decades without joining a pack. My work is practically the same as Victor, a scout who has explored several regions," Uncle Ben explained. "He also knows the dark history of the curse that happened in the Blood Moon Pack, where Luna Cora was once," Victor said suddenly, which surprised Cora as well. "The Blood Moon Pack once experienced a disease outbreak similar to what's happening in the Crescent Pack. Luna Cora was unknowingly infected with the virus. The virus could have been dormant for several years and just happened to be revived while Luna Cora was here," Uncle Ben explained.

“Where you fought the Raven Witch. Her lair was saturated with centuries of accumulated magical contamination. The virus likely latched onto you during the fight, or during your time inside the mountain. It’s been incubating since then.” I stared at her. “A virus … from the mountain.” “It’s parasitic in nature. It feeds on magical energy. Specifically, it targets the conduit between a host and their supernatural abilities.” She paused. “Every time you use your powers, you’re feeding it. And it drains you in return.” The room went quiet. I could hear the birdsong outside the window. The distant murmur of the village going about its day, oblivious to the fact that their queen was sitting on a

“He's one of us. How could he be sick like this?” "I don't know," Sam said answered, solemnly. Polly hurried over and knelt by Scarlet’s side, taking her limp hand. "What happened to her?" she asked, filled with alarm. As she looked, she saw ever-rising welts growing all over Scarlet's face. There was nothing else it could be. "The Plague," Caitlin pronounced grimly. Sam stood and paced with anger. "Maybe this was a coordinated attack," he said. “Both of them sick at the same time—it's too strange. But why them? And what could make a vampire sick?”