Infected Regretevator Novels & Stories

"I told you I was fine, but you still insisted that I went for a check-up this morning. Can you stop worrying now?" "Well, I can only stop worrying after reading the medical report with my own eyes. It just takes a little more time than usual." He sounded reasonable, and Stella nodded. She suddenly remembered something important. "When did you get the security footage from Noel's villa?" "This morning." Eric replied without hesitation. Stella felt like she was missing something. "Doesn't he know about it?" "He doesn't need to know. All his assets have to go through my hands including his house, car, and shares. Nothing is excluded."

My family didn't notice the taser appearing over and over in the video. All they saw was me, the Seymours' eldest son, nuzzling against a stranger's leg like a dog. Dad's face twisted with anger. In a low, furious voice, he snapped at Mom to turn off the video, calling it humiliating. "Turn it off!" Once she did, she tapped open a voice memo from the dean of students. That was the same voice that had tormented me endlessly at the residential treatment center. It always came right before punishments that left me shaking.

Now it was showing up again, like the past had found a back door. I sat across from Rico in my chambers. He didn’t speak, just waited. That was something I’d learned about him lately — he could be patient when it mattered. “He was supposed to be one of ours,” I said. “A Wintergreen. A seer. Not powerful, but respected. Loyal.” “And now he’s working with Malrec.” I nodded. “Looks like it.” Rico leaned forward slightly. “Do you think he knew what would happen to you? The first time?”

Electricity crawls down my spine, and I ignore it. “We’re seeing tissue regeneration failures now,” I explain carefully. “Wolves are healing incorrectly after infection. Human patients deteriorate faster. Fever progression is inconsistent. There’s no stable pattern anymore.” “And cure prospects?” Enzo asks. Salvatore studies the charts carefully before looking back at me. “You’ve been working too much.” “I’m fine.” I roll my eyes. “You’re exhausted.” He looks at me. “So are you.” Dominic coughs suddenly into his fist like he’s hiding laughter, and Salvatore ignores him.

the Great Mother hissed, her voice echoing through the lab like a thousand dying screams. Killian stepped in front of the children, his claws sliding out with a lethal click. He was weakened, his Alpha core drained from the shunt, but he was prepared to die as a shield. I stepped past him. "You are a localized pathogen," I said to the Great Mother. My gold light didn't flare with warmth. It erupted with the cold, focused intensity of a surgical laser. "You seek to overwrite a stabilized genetic sequence. I am the Regulator. I do not permit the corruption."

To win, they had to introduce a variable that the System couldn't optimize. The Pure Regret. "Meilin," Leo whispered, pulling her close. "We have to give him the one thing Arthur never had. We have to show the System what it feels like to lose someone you love—not as an asset, but as a soul." Leo reached into his pocket and pulled out the shattered shard of the Original Memory-Orb. It was the last piece of the "Unwanted" virus. "If we upload our 'Regret' directly into the Spire," Leo explained, "it will flood the Consensus with our ten years of separation. The System will try to 'optimize' the grief, but grief has no Symmetry. It will cause a total neural crash."

“It’s two in the morning. You’ve been waiting for this moment, haven’t you?” Two in the morning was the exact time the forensic report said Old Master Grant passed away in my previous life. “Evelyn, do you honestly believe you can stand against me, dragging a crippled Wesley, without the Lane family backing you?”

“Without the patient healing? Ember frowned at him “You said it yourself that I only need to examine and prescribe medication for him,” Ember replied Jim sighed. He seems to forget sometimes that he's dealing with the most stubborn doctor he had “Two months. “One and a half. That's the least I can stay at that freaking place. What type of sickness does he have?” Ember asked “Trauma. The patient nearly ran mad from it, but right now they say he didn't recognize any of them. He now has a five-year memory,” Jim explained

he almost yelled. His furs were sprouting once again, he was getting agitated more than necessary that night and nothing was working out the way he wanted. “I cannot explain that to you myself but you will hear from her when she’s finally okay. She needs to be treated by another means because you can only use the vaccine efficiently once”, she added another shock and her mouth wouldn’t close this time. “What is that about again?” he grunted. “All I am trying to say is that she was infected with the virus once and she was treated with the same cure. The thing about the cure is that it doesn’t work twice on the body, so this is just to suppress the symptoms and not cure her”, she confessed.

His voice was barely above a whisper. He headed for the door, but Gertrude stopped him, “What is ~Project Regen~?” She repeated. She held him by the shoulder. “Tell me. Vesper’s life is on the line.” He removed her hold of him. He leaned on the wall and slid into a sitting position. His chin still quavering, unsure how to explain what the project was about. His hand trembled uncontrollably as he began speaking. “Pro… Project Regen is a regeneration elixir…” He let his words linger. He clenched his chest as if the next words were too heavy to speak.