Give Holy Chapter Infested Novels & Stories

Submit. The Foundry has fallen, but the "Project Chimera" has already succeeded in its primary goal: infecting the next generation. The Harem has the Queen, but the city has a new, shadowed King who can control the infected through a frequency they can't resist. Can the Six-Point Anchor hold against a city of sleeper agents, or will Elara have to make the ultimate Sacrifice to break the frequency?

The Void Sovereign’s glowing, pupil-less eyes shifted, locking onto Harper. "The Vanguard Imprint," the fallen god murmured, a terrifying, dark gravity pulling at the air around them. "My children sent a mortal vessel to judge me. But you carry a parasite, child. The man standing beside you is an anomaly. He is infected with the very Abyss you seek to destroy." "He's not a parasite," Harper replied, her voice ringing with absolute, unshakeable clarity across the dead city. She looked up at the colossal god, her grip tightening on Sebastian’s hand. "He's the man who's going to evict you."

"We aren't fighting for a story anymore. We’re fighting for the Marrow." I looked at my children, who stood strong and radiant in the glade. We were no longer characters in a romance or pawns in a war. We were a Dynasty of the Wild, and the 173rd chapter was the first page of a book the High Council would never be able to read.

Anna called Henry into the room after her conversation with Lydia. She took out an ancient book and handed it to him. "What's this?" Henry saw three words on the cover—Holy Demon Scriptures. "This is the Holy Clan's highest practice, the Holy Demon Scriptures. I watched you fight the last time, and it seemed like you also practiced the Infernal Scripture. "The Infernal Scriptures is only a part of the Holy Demon Scriptures, and it's not as advanced and perfect as the Holy Demon Scriptures, so I retrieved this for you," Anna explained.

A red flush returned to the cheeks of the young man as he was finally restored and the ugly, green mark on his neck slowly vanished. Everyone watched in awe, including the Three Friends of Winter, who had never once witnessed sorcery so potent yet so divine. No one was able to do anything to help any heretofore patient. Their loved ones could only watch helplessly as the infected slowly grew an ugly mark on their skin before they lost their minds, slowly becoming mindless fiends who craved only blood and carnage, seeking to sink their teeth into anyone in sight like rabid beasts as the infernal putrescence took hold. For months and days, everyone had tried all they could to remove any taint

she said and Rachael followed Uzor was about to begin treatment when he saw that Maria’s wound was healing up… Arnold got back into the fight he saw leviathans descending onto the earth like falling shooting stars, crashing cars with their feet, breaking roads and some into the sea, some on buildings; they were covered in flames but as they landed the flames went out, they started attacking men by picking up people and threw them away, they also started killing demons

Once the monster was within touching distance, one of my arms snapped quickly around its neck, clamping down before the monster could react. Splat! With satisfaction, I feel my claws tearing and ripping through its head. In response to my fist's aura enhancement, the creature's head melted into mush as it retracted all of its spikes and died. [You have defeated Level 81 Infected Canoloth]. Heal! Due to the effect of heal and my fast regeneration, my wounds closed up quickly. Then how do we deal with the infection? Clearly, I have come into contact with its spike through the flesh of my body.

They kept coming in their numbers and I realized that we would soon be over run by the horde. "We need to do something" Austin said in panic as the horde closed in on us. "How fast can you run?" I asked. Without waiting for their reply, i grabbed my axe and took off towards the hostel we scanned earlier and they followed behind. We ran all the way through the corridor to the first flight of stairs. The Infected are now pouring into the hostel in their numbers.

Heleos nodded toward the closet, "I had the housekeeper order some things for you, they're hanging there. We will be meeting with a few of my trusted friends today, feeling out the extent of ground work we'll have to do in order to infiltrate the council and... cut out the infected members." "Infected?" That sounded ominous, and a little shivver trailed down my spine. Heleos snapped his book shut and unfolded himself from his cozy nook in the corner. "My love, there will be several members of the vampri council, most of them even older than myself, who cannot be saved. The rot has set in, long before the blood magic was a player in this game. To stop the infection, the necrotic tissue must b

The group of clustered beasts leapt towards Heather’s unconscious body. “Mother, wake up…,” They tugged at her hands, and legs; their fangs surfaced and hungry as ever, they plowed into every inch of her. Swathing her with their possessive love; they stole her organs, especially skin, until only her heart was left. “Yum, this would taste so good.” One of them pounced on Heather’s heart and started chewing it, then began to pirouette into the atmosphere, howling, and chasing the wind. “Let’s go find a new mother.”