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

All these made me fidget as I brainstormed. “Roan, Are you okay?” Boris inquired as he placed his right hand on my shoulder. “I’m fine, it’s just… it’s,” I stuttered. “Hey, I understand. I mean, none of us ever thought you’d be back. There’s absolutely no need for an explanation. You died and somehow the Moon goddess brought you back, that’s all that matters now,” He rubbed my laps gently while he sobbed. Something weird happened right then. I felt the connection between Boris and I, but I couldn’t explain how. It was somewhat mystical. Maybe my wolf still dominates the body.

She put on a duckbill cap and transformed into a cool girl. "Boss, there was a popular virus going around recently, called X3." It is said that the infection can be transmitted through breathing, and those infected would suffer from complete body decay and torment until death. This virus originated from the well-known research institute Secret Delta and, so far, no cure has been found. Reuben handed Abigail a black mask and said, "We had a few brothers infected under our command." After Abigail put on the mask, she revealed a pair of clear and bright pupils, looking even more captivating. "I'll go back and take a look."

After the reincarnation, I always felt like I had lost some parts of my memory. However, Kelly's insulting words indirectly brought back my memories. In my past life, after my daughter and I were locked up in the house, I had begged Justin desperately. I reminded him we were his wife and child and asked him how he could bear to treat us in such a way. However, Justin retorted, "My wife and child? It's still yet to be determined if she's my daughter."

“It is also not the reason you walked in here and felt familiarity, nor the reason you walked into that room and wept till you passed out.” “How did you…?” He coughed and beat his chest. Then finally he drew a breath and calmed down. “Somewhere along the line, somewhere in between your parents’ death, your second chance mating with Devon and your discover of what happened years ago during the war, the trajectory of everything changed. You became not just an embodiment of a blessing and a curse, you became a reincarnation of the moon goddess.” Kiara immediately lost her footing and stumbled backwards till she dropped on the seat.

“They sacrificed bodies, and I'm afraid that when they released the virus, they made some modification to it so that the silk cocoon was the way to steal the life energy and store it in a source of immense power.” I gasped, my grandfather turned pale, Selene vomited again, and everyone else cursed in different ways. This is very bad, Sirhan said anxiously. I helped Selene sit up, and Bella, bless her, took the garbage can with the vomit out of the office. I poured some water for my mate. She drank hurriedly and looked at Daemon fearfully. “Did you know vampires were going to do something like that?” asked Selene, her voice trembling.

I’d been up all night studying both ancient and modern texts to help me to understand and possibly find a cure for zombism. After multiple lengthy conversations with my lover and fellow doctor, Peter, and my very good friend, Megan, - who was a wickedly knowledgeable witch and zombie hunter - I’d concluded that, like vampirism, zombism was caused by a virus. My belief was reinforced by the fact that Peter had secretly given me an inoculation to prevent zombism – in a very sly and naughty way, I might add - before he felt comfortable and confident enough to share the facts about the world I was living in with me. The inoculation consisted of a low dose of the vampire virus. It wasn’t enough

He grabbed the violet threads of Lilith's virus and pulled. He didn't erase them. He absorbed them. He took the "Memory-Virus" into his own marrow and used his "Origin" code to neutralize the toxin. Above the city, the violet mist suddenly turned to gold. On the streets, a father and daughter on a park bench blinked. Their eyes cleared. They looked at each other, and for the first time in days, they felt the cold wind, the hard bench, and the messy, beautiful reality of being awake. Across the United Cities, ten million people let out a collective gasp as the "Perfect Lie" dissolved, replaced by the truth of the morning.

She said, giving me a side-eye. “You’d have two living parents if your dad hadn’t been a psycho asshole that massacred my birth pack, killed my mother, taken my father hostage, forced him to create this stupid virus for his plans of world domination, kidnapped and infected my mate with this fucking virus,” I growled. “Okay…Let us go use the cure on the others.” Persephone suggested nudging me toward the door.

As far as he might be concerned, he actually felt like he was that humble urbanite skilled worker past his forties who's caught up with dealing with his little studio. That game changing evening, he just got together with his previous companions for certain beverages. How and for what reason did he awaken in Norton Lorist's body the following day? The humble studio proprietor was stunned and hysterical. Luckily, the body unto which his spirit had resurrected had been seriously harmed and couldn't move in bed for two entire months, giving him sufficient opportunity to reorient himself and acclimatize the recollections of the body's proprietor. What's more, given the first proprietor's contemp

Outside, Hecate’s scream of triumph turned into a screech of agony. The violet light coming from the coffin wasn't steady. It was pulsing. Like a heartbeat. "What's happening?" Aradaa gasped. "The Alpha's seed," Kaelor whispered. "It’s a virus, Aradaa. My magic doesn't siphon. It infects." The obsidian lid began to crack.