Immune Novels & Stories

Nick quickly looked behind and before he could say a word, he collapsed. ******************** Nick jerked up suddenly. He felt extremely hot. He looked around and figured that he was in a cage-a fiery one. It was pure red iron. Probably because of the heat. He tried breaking through it, only to find out-as expected- it was extremely hot! Clap, Clap, Clap. Nick heard someone clapping. He looked at his side and saw Mario smiling cruelly. "Welcome to my golden, hospitable home, " Mario greeted, "Hope you like it? The fire, skulls, bones- everything! It's awesome right? This place is called Hell! "

ACE If there was one place I hated more than my very own home, it was the fucking hospital. From the white vinyl floors to the pungent odor of disinfectant that had my nostrils burning, I hated it all. But what I hated the most—what instantly became my pet peeve—was their stupid fucking rules. I was good and ready to threaten whoever I needed to but Jericho held me back. He didn't even have to do it physically or use words. It was a simple glare, one that reminded me of how our mother used to use the very same glare to chastise me during my childhood.

Chapter 3 SAM'S heart is fluttering when he is reading the message. His hands that are on the rest of his laptop shaking due to the terror. Another message popped out on the screen. [I think someone is sick, since I saw you buying some high-level antibiotics and human albumin.] The poor boy blinks twice and another message keeps on popping out. [To be honest, you are handsome and I bet my life that you will be one of my asset.] Sam's lips parted in confusion. He looks at the direction of his grandmother, he don't want to be a burden—once an opportunity knocks. . . you need to open the door.

"Loves me? She loves me so much that she prepared such a big gift for me, huh?" My gaze swept over the pale-faced Hera, eventually landing on Terry beside her, and I smirked, "Let me explain to you 'laymen'. This agent itself is non-toxic, but it lurks in the human body, continuously undermining the immune system's recognition function. Once it encounters a specific trigger—" I pointed to the mess of lilies on the floor, "such as lily pollen, it will cause acute sepsis within minutes, leading to rapid failure of multiple organs. From a doctor’s perspective, it's an inexplicable, sudden death from an acute illness. Perfect, right?"

But another entry remained readable near the center of the notebook. Grant leaned closer. “This one is dated only two weeks before the fire.” Damian watched him closely. Grant read. The breakthrough may finally be possible. Damian’s eyes sharpened. Grant continued. Subject seventeen shows unprecedented compatibility. Silas. The confirmation felt heavy even though Damian already knew. Grant read further. Immune response adapting beyond predicted models. Another sentence followed. If stabilization holds, the therapy could permanently alter human immune resilience. Damian leaned back slowly. “Alter human immunity.”

James points at the parachute suit he is handing me. “Are you familiar with the neutrophil biochips?” “No... what are those?” “Very expensive chips that are implanted in the brain to treat terminal diseases that have not found a cure, like cancer, HIV/AIDS, dementia.” “Are they drugs?” I put on the parachute suit as I continued to explain to him. “No… just chips that force the body to produce an immune system to heal itself. They stimulate the brain, and the brain stimulates the body to produce the feelings and the antibodies the body wants.”

Charmine failed to sense Anthony’s reaction, and nobody else realized it either. William explained to Charmine patiently, “Basically, Uncle Sam invented IMU medication targeting the special blood type, and once ingested, it can help the person with a special blood type to improve his immunity and coagulation. With this medication, the percentage of having a blood disease for those with special blood types could go down sixty to eighty percent. Furthermore, when one injures himself, this medication could instantly activate the body’s system to effectively activate rapid coagulation.”

My Plan B that I had nearly forgotten. Felipe's eyes widened. "What is that?" "Insurance." I lifted it up for everyone to see. "My blood. I possess antibodies to the poison. I was subjected to butterflies shiting amounts while producing the antidote and my system developed an immunity” "So?" Felipe crossed his arms. "What good does that do you?"

Just the physical reality that we were sitting close enough that if either of us moved slightly, we'd make contact. I was hyperaware of this proximity. The footage was powerful. A middle-aged man talking about his experience with chronic illness, his fear about side effects, his eventual decision to try Westbrook's approach. His vulnerability was genuine. His trust was earned through authenticity, not marketing. It was exactly what the campaign needed. And sitting next to Eli watching him watch this footage, seeing his expression shift as he connected with the patient's story, I realized something I'd been avoiding acknowledging: I was attracted to him.

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".