Infected Novels & Stories

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,

My hand was shaking as I was accepting their request. I also had more than a thousand notifications, thanks to Noah's tag on my name on his post. I was browsing my I*******m account when I saw Anne's latest I*******m post. Her post kill all the excitement that I felt earlier. It was a picture of her and Andrew. It was a candid shot. They look happy and in love. Anne's caption says it all. "Partner"

Aurelia persuades the Prime Minister. “Yes, it is… I got it from her… it’s her diluted sweat…” The prime minister answered truthfully. “Wait… sweat!? You said that she can sweat!?” Aurelia asks with surprise. One must know that the infected are considered dead after five minutes when the victim got infected and their sweat glands didn’t work as intended as the dead didn’t feel any heat. If this is truly the case then she might have found a key to curing the early-stage infected or even the infected who partially retain their memory and personality.

Yet, here I was, confined to a bed, grappling with a mysterious ailment that threatened to undermine that very image. Hours turned into an agonizing blur as Dr. Adams meticulously analyzed the test results, consulting with her assistant and occasionally jotting down notes. Finally, she approached me, her expression a blend of concern and determination. "Alpha Lance, the tests have revealed that you are indeed battling a severe infection," she stated, her voice gentle but resolute. "It seems to have originated from an external source, possibly contracted during your recent encounters with the rogues." A surge of anger coursed through me, fueled by the realization that the very enemies we foug

The impact sent deep cracks splintering through the dungeon. Magnus recovered instantly, his head snapping up, his eyes now completely black, devoid of recognition. He wasn’t there anymore. “He’s not in control!” Ron shouted. “Alan didn’t just infect him—he’s twisted him into something else!” Magnus let out a deep, guttural growl, something that wasn’t human—wasn’t even wolf. The sound made the very air shudder, as if the dungeon itself could feel the wrongness in it. Then—he attacked again.

My mother said. "Doctor, can this be fixed? How-how did this happen?" "Retinitis Pigmentosa is an eye disease in which the back wall of the eye is damaged." "I don't understand. She was fine just a few days ago." My mother whispered. "How did she get it?" She asked. "Well, the disease can be inherited. Do you know anyone in your family who are blind? They may also have the disease." I heard the doctor move around the room. "I-I don't know." My mother's weak voice said.

“Does this person have a system too?” “Most likely. But I have no information on this person. And I have a theory.” Buis explained and I paid attention as the screen changed to the contents of the file again. “This person could be infected as well.” “Infected? But if they have a system in them, wouldn't that be impossible? Like me?” I pointed out, my brows furrowed as I scrolled through each person on the file but none of them looked suspicious. “I don't know how other systems work. But if this person is infected like I theorized, then you have a rival to stop. This person will stop at nothing to

Muscles, tendons, veins; every aspect of her internal anatomy is on display peppered with bulging white pockets of infection. “We need to go, now!”

I had to step back and watch. I had to give it to Malice or Alistair. He really created a virus that was dangerous even after it had finished its job. It was insane. “Let’s get out of here,” Dominic said and turned away from the bodies. “Wait, we need to get tested to see if we are infected,” I said to him. “We would already be dead if we are infected.” Dominic replied without stopping. “We need to find answers elsewhere.”

I was in a lot of pain and by morning my flank was on fire, ‘Jack’ I mind-linked him panting as pain shot through me, ‘Jack’ He sat up at the urgency in my voice rubbing his eyes sleepily, ‘Sirius? What is it? What is wrong?’ I could barely lift my head, ‘Infection’ I whimpered and collapsed as he leapt to his feet,