Holy Chapter: Infested Novels & Stories

The discarded, half-formed biological abominations that Dominic”s inquisitors had swept down the drains for twenty years, left to feast on the runoff of the Third Vault until they became a singular, hive-minded organism. And now, the pump in the Grand Inquisitor's chest was signaling the feast. The ceiling began to rain. Dozens of pale, jointed bodies detached from the wood, dropping straight into the flooded walkway with wet, heavy thuds. They didn't make a sound as they hit the water”they simply scuttled beneath the surface like giant, bone-white spiders, their ivory finger-needles cutting through the black current straight toward Cattleya”s boots. "Rusty," Cattleya said, her one remaining

“Oh, God, help me!” These were not simply monsters—they were an infection. More infected crewmen approached from either end of the hallway, blocking our path. Alkin and Ezekiel were cutting through as many as they could, but the infected outnumbered us greatly. An infected man limped towards me, his throbbing flesh covered in what looked like teeth.

The shuffling footsteps. The low growls. The hungry moans. "Scarlett—" "I know." I ran. The survivors followed. We reached the main chamber. The room was vast. Filled with containment cells. But they were empty. The infected were free. I saw them. Emerging from the shadows. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Thousands. Surrounding us. "Scarlett—" "I know." I raised my knife. "Stay behind me." "Scarlett—" "I said stay behind me."

“ Please forgive me for my unjust behavior I just want to take a rest for a moment,’’ I said to the tree apologetically. Those creatures do not want their precious magical tree to be disrespected. Sweat started to fall on my face. I wet my white crossdress. The dust, dirt, and muddy water stick to my dress. “Grrrrr……..grrrrrrrr’’ An eerie sound can be heard not far from my location. What should I do? There is an infected not far from me. I look around for me to hide but all I can see is wild dandelions and carabao grass. This is hopeless, suddenly an infected jump at my location. It was a man with a melted face that produced a green slime. Looking at her with a flowing saliva on his disfigur

A terrifying aura surged out as Wilbur activated his domain. He raised the halberd high above his head, shouting, "Dawn of Twelve Chapters: Dirge of Despair: Dark Conflagration of the Abyss!" Terrifying spiritual flames shot into the air as a sense of overwhelming hopelessness and loneliness overtook everyone. A thick, black cloud rose above the ocean, forming a gigantic whirlpool that began to spin. Wilbur, Atrus, and the sixty Sanctuary cultivators began losing their spiritual energy.

if he ever suspected, even a little, that I am not some humble human priest but also a motherfucking monster hidden inside a black holy cloth. As we all settled around the fireplace, silence sliced us like some knife...screams of agony surrounded the entire realm. Her screams, and then sounds of cheers and claps...then more screams and cries. I don't think I could bear her pain if I even go there...I might definitely snap at those foolish werewolves for being so happy while Freya is clearly in pain.

Chapter 21 As the fated mates took their first step towards the unknown, a distant rumble echoed through the air. The ground beneath them trembled, sending shockwaves of uncertainty through their beings. A tempest brewed on the horizon, dark clouds swirling in a sinister dance. Their eyes widened in alarm as a figure emerged from the storm, a figure they had never anticipated. It was a being of ancient power and malevolence, a harbinger of chaos and despair. The realm gasped in collective disbelief, for the figure was none other than Malachi himself, risen from the depths of oblivion.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

Chapter 34: Crossroads of Chaos The ground trembled violently as the colossal entity, the monstrous embodiment of the corrupted Wellspring, surged through the newly formed fissure. Its pulsating crimson eyes raked across the barren wasteland, settling on Evie and Liam. A guttural roar erupted from its maw, a sound that echoed with a chilling familiarity.

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