Deadly Plague Novels & Stories

The once joyous ceremony had morphed into a scene of unimaginable horror. "Ra - fael!" Hazel's lips trembled as she knelt beside him, her hands stained with the evidence of the tragedy. In her desperate attempt to comprehend the nightmare unfolding, she looked around and realized the brutality extended beyond Rafael. The priest, the congregation — everyone laid on the floor, victims of a senseless act of violence. Her white dress now echoed the crimson tragedy that had unfolded. The sacred space had become a blood-soaked tableau of despair. As Hazel clung to Rafael's motionless form, tears streamed down her face, merging with the blood that stained her trembling hands.

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."

He was one of the two who held a grudge against me but I guess it disappeared after my apology. "May you live long, Alpha Kai. I've done some research within the past few days and I realized that the plague is caused by our water." He exposed. I cocked my head to the side, analyzing what he said. "Can you give more explanation on this?" He took a deep breath like he was about to drop a bombshell. "The water is poisoned."

The blame rests entirely upon my actions. His arms tightened around me. Against my hair he murmured the words, "No, it’s not." My attempts to halt the progression proved futile. The sensation of it taking place reached my awareness. That spiraling sensation. The oppressive burden suffocates and compresses. The event extended beyond her mere passing. This event marked his demise as well. The memories returned with relentless force, sweeping through my consciousness as an unyielding tidal surge. An additional firearm discharge occurred. Another friend gone. A lifeless body rests at my feet.

The Plague disappeared never to be seen again. Eighteen years later, Warheads started popping up all over the world. Children born with the trigger were activated upon their first shift and decimated their packs overnight. One day, an alpha, Alpha Brutus Lupin, and his mate Florence Diah met and the two attempted to fix what had been done.

They followed a trail above the hills where the human settlement was clear in their views. Looking down at the crowded conditions of the village, Sage narrated how famine and plague were rampant in this era. The crowded village was filthy, and the unkempt surroundings allowed the deadly disease to spread easily. People who wanted to enter the village during the plague were forced to remain outside the gates for several days until it was clear that they had no symptoms of the infection. This predicament depicts the horror of the plague. The living can barely cope with the demands of caring for the sick and burying the dead; it was mayhem. Death was everywhere.

He reminisces. “What happened?” I suddenly want to know. “It was an unfortunate event that changed the villagers' perception of life. Jane once had a younger sister. She was playing with other kids that time. Everyone was so busy with the festival that they forgot to keep tracks of the kids. The children decided to explore the remote part of this town. Then afterwards we realized they were gone. We looked for them everywhere, and after ten minutes of searching, we found their lifeless bodies scattered on that part of the woods, with open wounds and blood everywhere.” Jordan pauses.

Jake painfully sought Baby Zetty for confirmation as he said, “Ms. Rozette, there was a plague a few years ago in Sacred Land. Everyone who got the plague had tons of bloody holes in their bodies, and they said that their wounds were rat bites. None of the people who got the plague survived.” When Jake said this, his eyes were filled with indignation. “But I secretly checked on the people who got the plague back then and found that their bodies all have a similar bloodied hole on the back of their heads. So I suspect that the event was not a natural disaster but something caused by humans.” When Baby Zetty heard this, her eyes were overwhelmed with sympathy. It turned out the people of Sacre

If negative energy is produced due to the death of living beings, how much negative energy would be generated by the death of almost the entire population of a city? ♦ ♦ ♦ Autumn came in a wave of amber hues of wilting and falling leaves, and the air turned damp and misty, laden with the scent of decaying vegetation. The second month of autumn found the plague at its peak in Genbofen. Festivals like the infamous Meatloaf Week city dwellers would normally have celebrated with great joy and copious consumption of food for eight days at the beginning of the month where they ate like pigs, passed without pain or glory.