Deadly Plague Novels & Stories

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.

However, they clearly remembered that when Baby Zetty came here, she had been an old grandmother with gray hair and a hunched back. Just like that, both of them started believing in Baby Zetty’s medical skills. 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.”

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.

Cornelius muttered, “Dawar, this had better be important as you can see we are busy.” “Apology, Cornelius but your brother,” announced Dawar. “He has the plague. He is sick to the bone.” Cornelius and Darwin acquired a discharge to go home. As they ran through the thoroughfares, they skipped scrambling rats that brought the plague to their village. They heard cries and screams of stricken dwellers throughout the borough.

“The dungeon is where Alpha Ethan is keeping the warriors that were infected by the plague. I fear if Alpha Logan is exposed to it and stays anywhere near the warriors, infection might lead to a countdown to death for him too. I don’t think he is exceptional.” The worry lacing Sophia’s words worries me, but what shocks me even more is this plague she mentions. “What plague?” I ask immediately, wanting to know more. Sophia glances at me, as if considering if she should tell me more, then pulls away and takes a deep breath. “There’s a disease that has broken out among Deadfang’s warriors, actually, most of the men suffering from it are the warriors that came from the Capital.” She explains. My

The woman strongly protested. "Calm down Sara. We shouldn't make hasty decisions, we might need it in the future." Michael argued. Their arguments heated with each passing day and soon they couldn't even stand each other. "Mal! Mal!!!" Michael yelled. Malicay came running at the sound of his father's desperate voice. "Help me, we need to take your mother to a hospital." Malicay's eyes met with his mother's. A serious plague had broken out, and it was slowly spreading and most common amazing country folks. The symptoms were yellow eyes, shortened breath, paralysis and pale skin, the people called it Sun skin. The reason for this was unknown, but it was deadly and contagious, if not treated in

This task must be carried out by me personally. This is not a simple job. Most people believe there is no cure for the plague, meaning that allowing the feverish patients to leave is essentially sending them to their death. No one will watch their close family members leave without protest. If an ordinary soldier knocks on their doors to take away their loved ones, people might think it's an attempt to burn the sick, causing great panic and unrest.

I retorted. “Ahem,” my father’s voice cut through our bickering like a blade. “As I was saying, the report explains why that province has been silent for two decades. The Noble Families have been succumbing to a strange ‘plague.’ It appears without warning and vanishes just as quickly, sterilizing any survivors and leaving them in vegetative states. The survival rate is less than one percent.” The twins and Kyle, my younger brother, inhaled sharply. Zenith looked pale. Ronan’s eyes narrowed to slits.

Luna Mother explained. "Where did the plague come from?" "No one could work so the economy ran down. The children went hungry and frustration increased and protests began. It became bloody." "What about the alpha." She shook her head sadly as her eyes watered. "He was...he was the first to die by the plague." She said with a broken voice. I took her hand mine and squeezed it comfortingly. "I'm sorry," I said and she sniffled.