Infected Novels & Stories

Chinyere snapped back, "and I'm busy." Chinyere was dissapointed in herself for talking to an elder in that manner but she couldn't bear this anymore. She was married off to a stranger and raped. She didn't even know Chibinobim's status; whether or not he was clean of STDs and STIs. Chinyere walked out of the kitchen and snuck back to the bedroom. She peeped through the door to see whether or not Chibinobim was still around. He was sleeping on the bed and silently snoring.

A few seconds later, another Shark approaches us. “Jareth, is the commander sick too?” He asks worriedly. “Who else got infected, Valentine?” Jareth asks with a somber expression. “Anthony and Samuel,” the Shark replies. “It is bad, Jareth, I don’t think they’ll make it.” “Don’t say that! They are strong, they can survive this!” Jareth exclaims angrily. “Jareth, what is going on? I don’t understand what is happening. What is wrong with the commander?” I ask nervously.

She ran her fingers on his wound, and truly, Vin had healed him, but still it had a fairly watery discharge due to the depth of the wound, which Maya knew was infected because he didn't treat it. "Vin healed you, yes, but, your injury is infected already," Maya said to him. "It will go," Grey assured her. "No, it will not. It's infected already, Grey, and needs to be treated before it gets worse," Maya said, turning away to go get the first aid box. He pulled her back and held her shoulders. "It's fine, brown eyes. Don't worry about me," he replied, looking into her eyes. "It's not fine," Maya sai

Marseille, France (June 2019) The Infected hissed, its deformed form dangling in front of Minho. The stench of blood and rotten flesh wafted in with the breeze coming in through the open window. Minho cringed, cursing the human senses lent to him. He aimed his arrow towards the monster. Sensing the impending shot coming its way, The Infected twisted its body to the side, swinging across the ceiling from one side of the room to another. Minho kept his hands steady, maintaining his target. He released the arrow, and The Infected screeched as its shoulder burst into flames. Its cries were mournful, r

“No ma’am, but the picture you’ve painted so far. Severely infected wounds with no immune system to fight it off with. I’ve gone septic haven’t I?” “Yes, the infection has made its way into your blood but my concern in addition to the septicemia is the silver. That’s why I need to do another read. The way the silver feels is confusing, it doesn’t make any sense to me. I can feel the burn on your leg, your left thigh specifically. It’s not visible because the shorts you’re wearing come down to your knees but it’s a large source of the pain you’re in as well as the main source of infection. I felt a lot of silver there which tells me that it’s a burn coming from

he snarled, his voice reverberating unnaturally. He raised his arms, and the infected seemed to snap back into focus, surging forward with renewed ferocity. Fuck!

giggled the woman "Never mind Mita, do your job well!" "As you wish ma'am!" Mita, a neurologist who Cally trusts, has made modifications to humans several times. Making them robots for Cally that he guessed, the ones that were modified were the ones who must have harassed Cally's head. Strange indeed, Mita admits that her friend's madness since college, in the medical world, genius madly has only a few differences. Mita looked at the young man in front of her with pity, she was wrong to have woken a sleeping tiger from its cage. Mita starts injecting some fluid into her body. then began to mutate the man's mind from the screen of his laptop monitor

Even if he had to beat the guard down. It was moving day, and I was happy to never have to return to my condo after the weekend. It’d been ten days since Adam attacked me, but many of the marks still remained. My condo no longer held its marks, with the exception of a few scratches in the hardwood from the glass of the vase he’d thrown. Sarah and Teresa had gone in and cleaned everything, but I found some things couldn’t be scrubbed clean. Like the memories.

“This isn’t like anything we’ve faced before. It affects only the pure—wolves who aren’t rogues. It attacks their minds, their bodies, and their very souls. It turns them into something else.” The crowd began to murmur, panicking. Ardan lifted a hand, silencing them. “Listen carefully. The symptoms include fever, wounds that won’t heal, erratic behaviour, and eventually… madness. The infected become rabid, dangerous, unable to control themselves.” “What about the rogues?” someone called out. “Like I said, they are immune,” Ardan replied grimly. “The unpure are safe from this, but the rest of us—any scratch or bite can spread the infection. Once you’re marked,

i cry "Shhhhhh im here baby, ill always be here" Then he kicked his shoes and socks off,got undressed just leaving his boxers on and got into bed beside me where he kissed away my tears until i fell asleep. I wake up the next morning to kisses all over my face "stop, stop im awake" i say causing Luke to chuckle and look down at me "ok dont stop, carry on" i say missing his contact already and when he dosnt resume with the kisses i reach up to get one anyway and he growls,