Holy Chapter: Infested Novels & Stories

"Do not let it reach the Queen!" "It’s not just the gold, General!" Alpha Draven shouted, his claws extending as his charcoal-grey fur bristled in terror. From the tunnel entrances, the shadows on the walls began to peel away. They weren't Malachi’s loyal shadows anymore. They were the twisted, elongated silhouettes of the infected Northern wolves, their eyes glowing with the featureless white void of the Inquisitors. They poured into the chamber like a flood of liquid ink, their jaws snapping with a hunger that targeted the very life-force of the living.

When dawn came, it wasn’t light that split the horizon. It was a line of text: “The Queen stood alone. But not for long.” Liora looked up and saw her enemies, Not soldiers, Not gods. Thousands of them. Blank-faced beings formed from parchment, crawling over the cliffs, silent and hungry, Each bore a sigil carved into its chest: Chapter 0. The first reached the Citadel’s walls, Touched stone And it vanished, No flame, No crumble, Just gone, as if it had never existed, Sera tried to summon a ward, It sparked then fizzled.

It scurries across the floor for a bit before the infected reaches out and grabs it. Biting down and ripping out a chunk of meat, it starts to eat. "Stay here," I whisper, carefully getting up. Getting up to my knees, I stay low and peek over the trashcan. The infected is facing us, but it's looking down, completely focus on the rat in its hand. Checking to make sure it really is alone, I move fast, running out from behind cover. The infected looking up as it hears my footsteps, I tackle it to the ground, wrapping my arms around its waist.

This appears to be his latest victim. And finally, the immortal that you least want to meet on your way. Known as Pestilence, he has the ability to rot everything in his path, and his mere presence can cause death. His appearance is repulsive, his skin looks like it is flaking off. The white Agalariept that accompanies him is just as disgusting. My four horsemen were finally in front of me. They dismounted from their horses and bowed to me. One by one, they rose to their feet and swore allegiance to the supreme king of the underworld.

Chapter: 19 ****** Christopher and Zyter could feel the urgency in the air as they made their way toward the mountains, their core-bane swords glinting in the fading light. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a veil of darkness over the land, adding an ominous glow to their mission. The howling wind brushed against their faces, carrying whispers of the approaching evil with it. As they reached the foothills, a chilling presence engulfed them. The Blood Ghosts, ethereal beings cursed to roam the night, were known for their relentless hunger for human souls. And they were on the brink of infesting the city, bringing only death and despair.

They were in a heated battle. I joined the pack to fight against the Elder’s rogue and witches army. ****Author's note***** Hi guys! I hope you are enjoying the chapter so far; there's still a lot to be done with so little time. The next chapter is going to be a lot to handle. As always, don't forget to vote and comment your thoughts; I'm always looking forward to reading your comments. Chapter soundtrack: Tales of Dominico by Lil Nas X

Liam replied coldly. Ryan was on his feet in an instant, his silver dagger in his hand. "What did you just say?" Just as a fight was about to break out, Chloe let out a piercing scream. "Ah! My hand! What's happening to my hand?" All eyes turned to her. On the back of her left hand, several silver-white patches were spreading like frost. "Silver-scaling!" Ryan gasped. "She's infected!" Marcus scrambled back. "Damn it! That's the first sign of the Feral Curse! She's going to turn!"

“And how did you feel afterward?” “Guilty,” I whispered. “But not enough to stop me from coming back.” He nodded once, like he’d expected exactly that answer. “Kneel.” I dropped to the stone floor in front of the table. The cold bit into my knees. The open book waited. The new chapter was titled *Deeper Repentance*. “Read,” he ordered. “From the top. Loud and clear this time.” My voice shook as I began. “I renounce the weakness of my body. I offer every impure touch to God as suffering. I reject the pleasure that pulls me from grace…”

“They didn’t scatter. Didn’t stumble into each other the way they usually do. There was a pattern to it. Like water finding the lowest point—they just knew which way to go.” “Then I saw it. In the middle of the fire, in the middle of the horde. One of them was twice the size. It was moving through the crowd like the crowd already knew to step aside. It was holding a butcher knife.” He paused. “It was covered in veins. In the face, the neck, the arms. Dark ones running deep.” His eyes lifted to mine. “Just like yours, Amari.” Mine wasn’t that dark anymore. How could he tell?

Alpha Conner asks me, and, in all honesty, I had no clue what the hell we were going to do, as the scene in front of us looked like everyone had gone mad. I then looked at Alpha Hunter and his eyes met with mine and I saw the red now glowing in them a fierce red and knew that Willow was right. Looking around I quickly tried to spot her or Luna Rayne and neither of them were there from what I could see. While I was scanning the area, I noticed the Hybrids and then turned to Alpha Conner and said, “Call your men back. Alpha Hunter is infected, and he will just feed from them.” Alpha Conner stepped forward and gave out a growl and all his men began to retreat from the area while his Beta came r