Fevered Book Novels & Stories

Temperature unstable. Her body fighting an invisible enemy. --- Saturday morning. Day thirteen. Evie's temperature spiked to 101. They packed her isolette with ice packs. Cooling her down. She looked miserable. Crying weakly. "Can I hold her?" I asked. "Not during fever. Sorry. Too risky." I could only watch. My daughter, burning up, and I couldn't even hold her. --- But Sunday. Day fourteen. The fever broke. Temperature: 98.6.

“I know it's what's expected of us, Celene but don't you think it's too soon with you just waking up and all.” Her breaths grew shorter, as she struggled with the hem of my shirt, chuckling, I grabbed at her hands with one of mine, “Whoa easy there, kitten. I'm not going anywhere.” Celene's struggle doesn't subside, with the other hand I lift her chin, forcing her to look at me, “Celene, calm —”, my words are stuck to my throat and a frown marr my face at the beads of sweat grazing her forehead, her eyes dilated, her arms feel too clammy to the touch. The implications hit me like a punch in the gut, Celene wasn't aroused, and her hoarse breaths weren't excited. She was having a fever.

Sanctum of Flesh, Citadel of Eldros The doors sealed behind Lies with a heavy, moaning groan of ancient stone making her flinch. The sanctum pulsed with heat and silence—a silence thick enough to wrap around her thighs and crawl up between them. It wasn't just warm. The air was humid, saturated with something older than scent: magic steeped in lust, pressure, hunger. The walls themselves dripped faintly with condensation, like the stone was sweating in anticipation.

SARAH: (a⁠pproa​ching, touc​hing Ayan‌a’s forehead) “You feel warm. Le‌t me get th‌e thermometer.” [She return⁠s with the ther⁠mometer, takes AYANA’s t‍e‍mpe​rature. The reading ma⁠kes her⁠ freeze: 38‍.‍4 degr‍ee⁠s Celsius. F⁠ever. Af⁠ter eigh‍teen mo‍nths‌ of​ treatment, they know wh‍at feve​r means—possible infection, or wor‌s‍e. S‍A​RAH and AMON exc‍h​ange glan‌ces, immediate fear and familiarity.] ⁠S‌ARAH: “We need to call Dr. A​siim‍we. Now.”

His breath hitched. We fed each other in turns. No words. Just quiet touches, shared glances, the soft sounds of eating and breathing. When the plate emptied, Darius set it aside and pulled me against his side. Caelum mirrored him on my other flank. I rested my head on Darius's shoulder, reached for Caelum's hand again. "I dreamed," I said quietly. "While the fever burned. I saw fire. Not normal fire. It came from inside me. It wanted out."

"But that fever… it’s dangerous. We need to know what caused it." I hesitated, remembering the bottle in my purse. Reluctantly, I called him over. "Rowan, there’s something I need to show you…" I said softly. He stopped pacing and took a seat beside me, eyes wary. "What is it?" I pulled the small bottle from my purse, holding it out. "I found this under Liam’s bed, just before we left. It’s called Fervexin." His brow furrowed. "Okay…" "My sister used it as a child," I explained. "If taken in overdose, it can cause high fevers. It was her way of fooling our parents to get out of school."

“Sweet Isadora. Such spirit. Look at yourself. What will you do? You are chained to a bed, bloody with afterbirth still between your legs. You have two infants who are less than an hour old under the bed and another beside you. What could you possibly do to me?” That was a mighty fine question that I should have been asking myself. But I wasn’t. My body was beginning to burn with a fever and the fury I felt towards Cornelius was almost overwhelming. I imagined myself harnessing that fury, rolling it into a ball and then sending it out of myself.

I tell Ved and took him to his room as well. I had to divert Ved's mind and for that, I will have to play with him and be his best friend. We go to Ved's room and started playing with him. RAJVEER I wasn't feeling well at all, I felt extremely cold while my body felt like burning in heat and that's when I understood I will be having a fever. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep because I knew one thing, that whenever I get sick, no one is there to take care of me and this time would be the same as well.

Fumbling through the contents of the bedside drawer, my trembling hands searched for a thermometer. My fingers brushed against various items—a tangle of jewelry, a small notebook, a forgotten receipt. Finally, I felt the familiar shape of the thermometer, its coolness offering a brief reprieve from the feverish inferno consuming me.

I lay against the sheets as though my body no longer belonged to me but to the fever crawling beneath my skin. Every breath I took came out unsteady, too warm, too shallow, and each passing second only made the burning sensation inside me spread farther, deeper, until it felt as though my veins were carrying fire instead of blood. Reign hovered above me, one arm planted beside my head and the other curved around my waist, his broad frame caging me in a way that should have made me feel trapped, yet all I felt was a wild and desperate relief because he was near enough to touch.