Novel & Cerita Deadly Plague

That would be so nice— "All of you have the plague," Hera declared with a smug grin, her voice laced with an unmistakable sense of satisfaction. Confusion and disbelief washed over me. Humans were not supposed to contract the plague, or so I was told. Dahlia had said so. It was a disease that affected only the werewolves. "What plague? What do you mean?" I stammered, my mind struggling to grasp the gravity of her words. Hera's grin widened, clearly relishing in my confusion. "The plague that is claiming the lives of all those weak humans, one by one."

“Of course not. I wanted to expose what happens to ungrateful backstabbers like you.” Amelia, nearly biting through her teeth, hissed, “When... when did you start planning this?” Calmly, I replied, “From the very beginning. When Alex was a month old, I knew he wasn’t my child, and I also knew Nathan wasn’t dead.” “Then, why didn’t you expose us back then?” she demanded, glaring at me. “I underestimated you, Claire. I really did!” “Directly exposing you would’ve been boring. It wouldn’t have ensured you faced the punishment you deserved,” I said with a smirk. “For scum like you, the only fitting outcome is a lifetime of suffering.”

"We don’t know if this plague can’t affect them." The room fell into a brief, tense silence before Lord Virion, Father’s Viceroy and the third most powerful man at Court, finally spoke. "It can," he said, his voice calm but grave. "There are records, from the time of Ciel’s passing, of the great plague affecting dragons. Many died, according to the old histories." A ripple of unease passed through the room, but I held Virion's gaze. I knew he wouldn’t exaggerate. If the dragons were at risk, then this was far more dangerous than anyone here had admitted.

"This is the last time. From now on, you and I are finished. There'll be nothing between us whatsoever. If you dare come back, or if you dare come near my family and me…" He paused, his gaze turning icy. "I'll kill you myself." Avelina shivered. She stared at Arturo for the longest time, too afraid to speak. In the end, she could only nod frantically. Arturo thought that by compromising this one time, he could at least temporarily calm things down and protect the daughter he had never met. But he had underestimated the Brunetti Famiglia's determination to wipe everyone out. He didn't know that a deadly net had already begun tightening—quietly and invisibly—around him.

Pushing aside the pain, she asked me tearfully, “Does this make you feel better? Will it make you stay?” The wounds were very deep. But Ivy had died in the cruel summer heat, and Peter had died in pain from his illness. They had suffered no less than Alyse was suffering right at this moment. I heard myself say coldly, “No. You should die for your sins.” Alyse closed her beautiful eyes, and tears streamed down her face. When I turned to leave with the system, I heard the sound of a blade cutting flesh and smelled the pungent scent of blood.

"Because your existence blocks my path. Enjoy your final moments, Sylvie. From now on, you don't exist." "Is that right?" The corner of my mouth twitched upward. Chloe froze. "What?" I slowly stood up, brushing the dust off my knees. The pained look on my face vanished. Chloe's jaw practically hit the floor. "But... the heart attack! Why aren't you dead?" I said coldly, "If I hadn't played dead, how would I have gotten you to admit you were trying to murder me?" She blinked, then scoffed, regaining her composure. "So what? You can't call the cops. You aren't actually hurt. Worst-case scenario, I get detention and a lecture."

Caldwell suddenly claimed he needed to return to the coast and halted my mother’s treatment. My mother, Elena Rossi, suffered from severe heart failure. Without Dr. Caldwell's proprietary treatment, she could die at any moment. Dante called me. His voice was as cold as January in Boston. "Sofia, post a clarification video immediately. Say the marriage certificate was photoshopped. Say the academic fraud was something you fabricated. Otherwise, your mother’s oxygen supply at the hospital might be ‘accidentally’ cut off." The moment I heard that, my phone slipped from my hand.

“Before my sister… infects everyone.” I cough loudly and let my shoulders shudder for effect. The vampire pales, pulling his shirt up over his nose and mouth. The plague can’t kill a vampire, but he seems to have forgotten that. “Fuck this, I did NOT sign up for dying of plague. Get. Get out of here!” We slip through the gate and I thank vampires’ long lives and memories, even if he hadn’t stopped to think that not much can kill a vampire. There hasn’t been a case of plague in over a hundred years.

Zayne asked hurriedly, his eyes darting sideways as the guard knelt before him. “Ten more people are confirmed dead. The plague is spreading, and the people are dying!” A hush of murmur swept across the hall, each one of the elders muttering some indistinct words. A huge plague had suddenly hit the grounds of the red moon pack, affecting almost all of the residents of the pack. Even their farms were not left untouched, a strange famine accompanied the plague, all their farm produce became rotten, and the crops on the field were destroyed by unseen forces.

"This virus, or pathogen, causes ulcerations on the skin, before it slowly eats into the wolf's organs, killing the wolves in an instant. And this pathogen stops a wolf's fast recovery attributes, so the wolf cannot regenerate as fast as they would normally." I lowered my head, my heart sinking to the bottom of my chest. "This plague, it's worse than I thought." "It is," Elliot sighed. "It is highly contagious, and has a high fatality rate. No doctor in the full kingdom can get a cure to it, so if any wolf is infected, it's death." I ran a hand through my hair and licked my quivering lips. "This is what he wanted, this was his plan all along," I rubbed my eyes as they burned with tears, "Thi