Infected Regretevator Novels & Stories

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.

Ang kristal ay tila tumutubo mula sa loob ng kanyang mga ugat. ​"Hindi ito virus, Liam," bulong ni Valerie habang sinusuri ang sample sa ilalim ng microscope. "Isa itong Molecular Re-arranger. Ginagawa nitong mineral ang bawat biological cell na madikit nito. Sa loob ng tatlong oras, magiging isang estatwa ng kristal si Vargo. At kakalat ito sa buong Outpost sa loob ng anim na oras."

I won't let you mutate. Marcus was completely bought into the Doubtable Truth. He wasn't just surviving; he was performing a horrific, necessary surgery. If he struck back, he might kill the man. If he dodged entirely, the man wouldn't purge the sickness and would turn into a Savage Man. The only cure was to let the infected violently exhaust themselves against an immovable object. After four agonizing minutes, the riveter's barrage slowed. His fists were ruined. His breathing was a wet, ragged gasp.

even when everyone around you can. And we coddle you because you can see that you are hurt and afraid, but I am taking off the gloves, right now. Sack up and tell that man he is Eve’s father. I am not sure if I have said this yet, my mind is a little foggy because of all the chemo and the cancer and the dying so forgive me if I am repeating myself, but the last few months are a little hazy to me now. I am sorry if you feel that I am being too harsh on you, but I need to say it regardless because no one else will. So what if he doesn’t want to marry you and ride off into the sunset, yes, your heart will be broken but you can rebuild what is broken. Right now, you’re trapped in a state of lim

"I'll take that lecture later, I promise. What matters is what I found when I brought him back in." Regan leaned forward, eyes bright with something almost feverish. "Roman, I ran fresh tests and discovered his infection was gone. Gone." "What? That’s impossible. The rot is incurable." "That's what I thought too, until I ran the bloodwork myself trice." Regan pulled a folder from a bag slung over his shoulder, flipping it open on the desk. "There's a strange marker in his blood now that wasn't there before. Something that tore through the wolfsbane rot like it was nothing."

" I've been fooled, again. This day should just end. I attempted to answer all of Velma's questions as we reached home. The first text I received was from Rodney, and he was...coming for a visit today, according to him. -with his girlfriend. What girlfriend?

"We're infected." If Ivy and Dante have become a living virus that can destroy the Sovereigns, will the rest of the world unite to burn the Regency to the ground to stop them—and what is the "Third Signature" that just appeared on the drive, belonging to a man who died twenty years ago? (Watch out for Chapter 197) 💬 Add to library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Send Gifts Thank you readers.

I said. Leo turned back to Charlie with the expression of someone revising their evaluation upward. "Gerald will want to know about this," he said, producing the stegosaurus from his bag with the formality of an official introduction. "Gerald. This is Charlie. He knows about the Patagotitan mayorum."

The doctors diagnosed me with severe depression. One day, I finally calmed down. I set fire to everything in the house. I sat quietly on the windowsill, breathing in the fresh air for the first time in what felt like forever. Warm. Humid. Watching Rick cry in regret, I was indifferent. After returning to my room, I went to rest. I had no idea when Rick left. As the New Year approached, I had urgent business abroad. That day, while I was in a meeting, Jennifer called me. It was midnight back in Cheria.

I forcefully yanked my hand away, completely expressionless. "I don't care for it. I will never go back with you." Rejected, Julian shot up. A flash of stubborn paranoia crossed his eyes. "No! You must come with me!" He gritted his teeth, staring dead at my stomach. "That quack doctor said you miscarried. You suffered such severe trauma in the Frost Dungeon, you absolutely cannot stay in this dangerous place! You must return to North America, and I will use the clan's full power to help you recover..."