It's That Reincarnated As A Virus Story Novels & Stories

Raven goes on to say that she actually finds this response to be very wonderful and nice but as she was about saying another thing, Stella cuts her off and apologizes but asks them to listen to this one. They’re not… innately. See, a vampire is a person killed by another person and rejects god’s offer of an automatic admission into paradise. An apology, if you will, since Vampires were an accident of creation. However, God will also happily reincarnate you. Oh… you want to go backwards into your now slain body? Well, it’s possible, but the machinery of the universe doesn’t really like it… but if you insist God will shove you backwards through that machinery, mutilate your soul, and give you

Like a vampire bite, the jab of pain overrode the illness of the blood magic for an instant and for the first time I wondered what exactly Sebastian had done to me that night he'd freed my magic. The virus tried to enter my body through the old bite Sebastian had made all that time ago, a link I had no idea still existed. It dove inside, tried to take over. I was so damned lucky I had my demon, Sidhe and witch magic to reject it. I pushed it out of me with all my strength, watching as a glowing ball of white power began to form over Sebastian, the virus taking on shape, substance in the still air of the cavern. And still Sebastian fed. Uncle Frank sighed, sagging, his own skin shriveling, li

Even those coming right out of the beams of light looked weakened and fragile. “Remember, this virus is supposed to kill the god it infects and all of its bloodline. Normally the god dies first and then the bloodline begins to crumble. However, Ra is drawing power from the sun. So he is regenerating as the virus is killing him. This is why he is having a hard time fighting those three. Having said all that, the virus won't last forever. As he continues to regenerate the virus slowly goes away.” He paused for a moment as he watched his brother and his rivals fight Ra.

Faceless said " What made him turn against you?" I asked, I want to make sure I know the details. " He suddenly withdrew himself and now he's using everything within his power to fight me and expose me" " Sounds like a good person to me" I remarked and he shot me an angry look. " I decide who's good and who's not!" he replied " I'll keep that in mind too" I said intentionally teasing him. " So, you're to eliminate him and bring those with here for us to experiment on them, we realized some set of people are immune to the virus, so we need as much of those people as we can. We can create immortality through it" he exaplained.

Just as we were conspiring in the hallway about an escape route, a scream, then a roar—not of a beast, but of tortured energy—came from outside the window. I threw open the window. A blinding flare instantly lit up half the night sky. Not far away, intense UV flames—specifically lethal to vampires—rocketed into the sky. That was... the dungeon holding Cassian!

I felt a cold, predatory clarity. "You missed a detail," I said, standing up. "And what is that?" "I'm not the component," I said, lunging for him. "I'm the virus." I grabbed his throat, and instead of calling for the mountain's power, I released the chaotic, broken remnants of the void I had carried since the labyrinth. It was the one thing the Purifiers couldn't integrate. It was pure, unrefined chaos. The man’s mechanical eye flickered. The Ark groaned as the virus began to spread through the glass floor, turning the gold light to a sickly, rotting green.

“They don't know that by taking Julian in, Mavric has just inserted the real virus into his core system." END OF CHAPTER 68.

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

I said quietly. The room went still. All eyes turned to me. Andromeda was settled in the back of my mind, exhausted from the fight but still alert. She pressed forward gently, lending me her words because mine were running thin. “Andromeda has been telling me that something is inside me. Something she’s been fighting. Something that keeps regenerating no matter how many times she destroys it.” I swallowed. “The cure worked on whatever the mountain virus was. But there’s something else. Something hiding behind the virus. And it’s been here since the mountain.”

He had told them the world would one day love them as he did. He had been a fool. "Optimism," Malik whispered, his voice a dry rasp in the dark. "Is a luxury for the powerful. And I... I was weak." He closed his eyes, and for a moment, he wasn't under the rubble. He was back in the Starfall of 2016. He remembered the violet rain falling over the Mbeya hills. He remembered the way the air had hummed, as if the universe were singing a new song. He had felt the retro-mutagenic virus enter his system not as a disease, but as an invitation. It had sought out the dormant sequences in his junk DNA, the "Star-Code" left behind by eons of cosmic drift, and it had turned the key.