Infected Regretevator Novels & Stories

The rogues had taken their dead out with them, leaving not even a single brother down for us to identify. Intelligent. And calculating. They were hiding something or someone. I walked up to the center of the clearing where the ground had been torn open by the roots of an infested tree. I touched the bark, soft and cracked like tired vellum. The illness had not yet started to abate, although signs of healing were apparent. It had simply waited as if awaiting permission to spread once more. "Do you think he realizes just how strong Auren is?" I whispered so that only Draven could hear.

Not yet. "How long?" My throat felt raw. "Seventeen minutes." Footsteps approached. A light clicked on, revealing Rey's scarred face. "The treatment worked. Mostly." I pushed up onto my elbows, ignoring the vertigo. The doctor stood by a bank of monitors, her surgical mask pulled down to reveal features carved from granite. Ancient texts lay scattered across her desk—Andrea's research, judging by the handwriting. "The infection's contained," the doctor said without looking up. "But not gone. Nothing gets rid of the Rot entirely."

“IF NOT FOR YOU, I WOULDN’T BE FACING THESE LOSSES!” As if the chaos weren’t enough, the television that had been playing a lighthearted international fashion segment suddenly switched to breaking news—exposing the largest corruption scandal in Mighatan. And the name at the center of it—Theo Blake. Theo staggered, eyes wide in disbelief, his body trembling as the broadcast unfolded. Shock rippled through the room—Reid, Felix, and even Vanessa, who winced in pain as a maid tried to help her toward her room.

Kolten hissed in dissatisfaction. Georgia put on a righteous expression as she went on, "I just want everyone to know Sir Lucero has a serious heart infection and tissue edema. It will be extremely difficult to suture the artificial valves. If there is any problem with her suture, Sir Lucero's heart function will not recover. And there is a high possibility of serious complications."

She placed a slim tablet on the table before her and laced her fingers together. Elder Alden cleared his throat. “Dr. Hartley. We… thank you for joining us. The situation, as you’ve seen, is critical.” “I have assessed the preliminary data and observed the clinical presentation,” Luna began, her voice cool, clear, and devoid of any regional inflection. It was the voice of global conferences and boardrooms. “You are dealing with a novel, weaponized retrovirus. It targets the telomerase-regenerative sequence unique to lycanthropic DNA. Your standard herbal and mystical remedies are not just ineffective; they are irrelevant.”

"Yes, I understand." "So how is it going?" asked Regan. "The antibody managed to stop the spread of F2," said Bastian. "Thank goodness." Regan felt relieved at this point. "But there is damage caused by F2 that the antibodies can't handle," said Bastian. "Is the damage severe?" asked Regan. "It has attacked the central brain system," said Bastian. "According to Dr. Antoni, there are two possibilities: Renata will either lose her memory or go blind," said Bastian.

Real, bone-deep regret that seemed to age him even further in that single moment. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He stared at me like I was a ghost, like he couldn't believe I was real. His hand fell from the elder's shoulder, and I watched as his fingers curled into a fist at his side. Marilyn stepped forward, her face twisting into a sneer. "You. What are you doing here?" I smiled. A cold, measured smile that didn't reach my eyes. "I came back." "You can't just—"

I spent two weeks in the hospital for recovery. Maybe my unborn child was watching over me, but my body healed remarkably well. Even the doctor was surprised by my recovery. Finally, I got clearance to leave the hospital. The first thing I did was take my baby's ashes to the cemetery. "Mom, I've lost another child. Please take care of it for me." Back at home, I destroyed everything that reminded me of my relationship with Marcus. I smashed the clay carousel he had carefully sculpted for me. When he gave it to me back then, he said that it would be a symbol of our eternal love.

He whined. I glanced towards his mum who remained busy in the kitchen refusing any help. I see what Lois is saying too. He had been diagnosed with Lunar pyrexia, a fever-induced illness that can cause shifting disruption, muscle pain, and too many discomforting effects. A healer is the only one who can help him get better. Seems Lois caught the viral infection when he visited Bianca’s home. I am worried too, but knowing the family is already too burdened I didn’t want to add to it. Lois has never fallen sick or appeared weak in front of me. Seeing him in this condition breaks my heart.

Perhaps he'd genuinely loved her. Blood gushed from Mable's lips as she opened her mouth to speak, but she stubbornly continued, "You're such a fool, Lester… I've never loved you in two lifetimes… You're nothing but a pawn in my revenge plan against Erica…" … From that day onward, I never saw either of them again. Two years later, I received a handwritten letter from Lester. "I'm sorry, Erica. If there's another life, I'll love you the way I should have."