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."

The only reason the sight of Corey irritated me was because Tracey died in her stead. Besides, she knew about our existence and nothing had gone out to the press. "The pack is having serious issues." I paused and she furrowed her brows, nudging me to go on. "Like what?" "There's a plague spreading around and it's causing the people to have painful boils on their skin. It comes with throwing up incessantly and splitting migraines." I explained and she placed her hand on her chest as she was taken aback by the news. I didn't blame her because I almost reacted the same way but I had to keep my cool because I was an Alpha.

Suddenly, her eyes widened on seeing her dad limp on the ground as she rushed to him. "Papa!" He exclaimed as she panicked greatly, she placed her ears on his chest feeling his heartbeat but it was really slow and weak. His breath had seized too. In a haste, she quickly hired a taxi before rushing Antonio to the hospital. ★★★★★ DARK VIPERS CLAN* CYBER CELL••• Just as Lucifer stepped in, the six vipers turned around and bowed their head slightly. BLAZE, LILA, ONYX, HELLCAT, VENOM, SCAR..... They are all called the Clan vipers because they are mostly chosen for missions.

At that time I realized that the silence of loneliness was sad and suffocating. On the other hand, I can’t help but blame myself for what happened. However, I know more than anyone else that if I don’t fetch his soul someone else will do it. Death is not something that a person or anyone in the world has control over especially if a person’s death is predestined and written. I learned CSA killed Mr Perelman or Central Sleep Apnea a condition wherein a person pauses in breathing due to a lack of respiratory effort during sleep. That’s the thing Hazel explained to us when we last got together after the funeral.

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

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.