Infestation Book Novels & Stories

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

Unlike the ancient, leather-bound volumes surrounding me, this one was newer, with crisp pages and modern binding that stood out like a sore thumb. Curiosity got the better of me. I approached the desk slowly, as if the book might explode if I moved too quickly. The title, printed in stark black letters across the white cover, made my blood freeze. Dealing with Infertility in Lycans: Modern Approaches and Ancient Remedies I gasped, hand flying to my mouth. Was this his secret? Was the powerful, virile Lycan King who projected such absolute confidence... impotent?

“They were out too far…for a reason. “Rodin says. Slowly, Rodin lifts his fingertips from the puddle. The blood drips back into the pool. The blood is thick almost like sludge and smells like rotten meat when it's cooked. Rodin flings the blood on the teal grass which cleans the shine on his armor. Rodin stands and he starts to walk to the tent with the flag. Varick looks over the pile. On his side is a satchel, he reaches in this compartment to pull out a book. The book’s title: “Book of The Blight.” Carefully, he sets his wolf helm down on a clean spot among the forest. The plate head sparks with pink electricity, causing the headpiece to slightly hover along with the grassy blade tips. Va

For everyone with the Wolf’s Fury virus. And I was determined to do just that; after all, I had made a vow when I saw him being dragged away from me by the men in hazmat suits. I turned the page and let out a low groan. “Nothing, nothing, nothing,” I muttered, snapping the book shut and tossing it to the side. It hit the carpeted floor with a muted thud, but I was already on to the next book: “The History of Viral Infections in the North and South”. A rather old textbook with a frayed cover and crinkled pages, but… I was running out of options.

A pull like a magnet, weak but just about perceptible. Caitlin opened her eyes and followed the pull as it led her to a shelf of dusty books. Her eyes skimmed across the spines, unable to read any of the languages. But then she saw one book in English and knew, deep inside of her, that she had found what she had been sent here for. She pulled the book down and a cloud of dust flew into the air. The book had clearly not been touched for centuries. She had to be careful with it in case the pages shattered on contact with her skin.

SIGRUN If the fortress’s library had a search bar, I would have typed How to not accidentally trigger natural disasters with your vâgina into it. Instead, I was perched six feet in the air on a wooden ladder, swallowing mouthfuls of centuries-old dust. This universe desperately needed to invent Gôo.gle. I pulled a massive, iron-bound tome from the top shelf, squinting at the faded silver lettering on the spine. Disinterested, I slammed it back into its slot, nearly losing my balance as the ladder groaned beneath my satin slippers.

The moment I stepped inside, the sheer chaos of the house hit me. Piles of books were strewn across the living room like someone had overturned a library. Dried herbs littered the floor, crunching under my shoes. The air smelled thick and heavy with something unidentifiable, something pungent and fermented. It was like walking into another world, one that wasn’t my home. And then I stepped into the kitchen. My stomach lurched. In the dishes, on the counters, in small bowls—heaps of insect carcasses. Their tiny, shriveled bodies lay in a grotesque display, their presence unnatural, wrong.

He could smell it in the air, see it all around him and almost taste it on his lips. After roughly two minutes, he got the reward for deciding to follow the path he had taken. The three hostels stood side by side like three giants leading a troop of soldiers to war. The buildings were misty in the distance but from where he was, he knew they were the building he and the other new intakes sought after. He had led them in the right path, he thought. He was sure to be a great Alpha. All he needed do was take care of Harold which his mother was on to already.

Handing me a yellow file, I peered at the sealed paper nervously, yellow was never a good sign. I read out the bold letters, spread across the middle of the paper. Casper: OFR. "What does that mean?" I pointed to the title. He simply smirked at me. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." That shut me up, for once I actually believed that overused line. "Are-are you Casper?" I asked, hoping he would at least give me an answer to the question. He nodded, giving me an unreadable look. It made me uncomfortable.

~ROMAN ~ Disgust. I felt disgust run through me. Staring at North, watching him smile and try to act like what he had just said was not as messed up as it was supposed to be. I knew him, so much. I had seen him stand at the hallway watching mum drink away her life, smoke cigars after cigars.