Mlp Infection Horror Novels & Stories

I turned on my heel and walked toward the estate stairs, where Sereia was standing over the shivering form of Elder Malakor. The beast in my head growled in dark satisfaction. The malware had been caught. Now, it was time to extract the data. *** Sereia's POV *** Elder Malakor was trapped in a persistent vegetative state of his own making. His psychic staff was a pile of smoking ash, and his eyes were wide, bloodshot, and staring blankly into the sky. The Kernel Panic script I had executed had shattered his telepathic routing network so violently that his brain was stuck in an infinite loop of corrupted system errors.

He leaned over me, his face inches from mine. "Tonight, we write a new world," Malphas whispered. "A world where the hunger never ends, and the prey never wakes up." He raised a silver dagger. "First, we remove the Donor's stain." He brought the blade down toward the mark on my neck. But just as the silver touched my skin, the heavy steel doors of the basement were torn off their hinges. A roar—not a wolf’s roar, but a sound of pure, digital and biological rage—shook the foundations of the house.

I led Team Alpha into a Rank S high-infection zone, fought deadly battles, and finally grasped the original serum antibodies in an abandoned underground military lab. That was humanity's hope. I held off the horde just to cover for my team's retreat. I carved a bloody path despite facing tens of thousands of zombies and dragged my wounded self to the armored vehicle. I initially thought my teammates would welcome me, and my wife would hug me, but instead, the vehicle's door was firmly locked.

"It controls the brain through those black mycelial threads. The host looks normal, but their consciousness is gone, completely replaced." My hands stopped moving. I was shaking all over. "So... the thing in your room..." "A sample I managed to kill with a special chemical agent," she explained. "I've been trying to find a way to fight them. But this is worse than I thought." She paused, her voice dropping even lower. "Chloe is infected. So is Mrs. Carson. I don't know how many others are. We can't let them know we know, not until we figure out what we're dealing with."

I was thrown into a den. I fell flat on my spine when I fell onto the rough surface of the ground. I wonder how many broken bones I have now, because of this. Not to mention, my left arm is completely destroyed by that Creep, Mally. I wonder what Mally is, though. He's like an overgrown mass of something alive. He does not even look human to me, nor a Were. I took a deep breath and laid flat on the ground while recollecting my senses. I need space and time to be alone for a while.

“Did you talk to him during your prep time?” He nods. “So the place is named after this little dilapidated church that sits in the northeast section of the forest. It’s old as fuck and falling apart. Rumor has it that the priest there went crazy and started killing everyone in the congregation. Thus, Forte Inglesia Malefique. Forest of the evil church. So it’s supposed to be haunted, but Mark hid there last time. There’s a crypt underneath that has space to hide, as well as an altar that’s hollowed out. He said there’s room for several people to hide there, and the vamps hate it because it’s still a church, even if it’s evil.” Annamarie’s face somehow seems even paler. “Do you think it’s hau

"The attic suite is suicide! The thing in there isn't just a ghost, it's—" "It's what?" She bit her lip, her voice a terrified whisper. “It’s the Shadow Lord. An ancient entity that devours light and souls. They say he rips your soul straight from your body, leaving your mind to scream in the endless dark until he finally swallows you whole.” I pulled my arm away. “Sounds cool.” “Cool?!” Marcus leaned over the third-floor railing. “Little girl, do you have any idea what happened to the last player who tried that? He didn’t even make it through the first night. The next morning, all they found was a human-shaped bloodstain on the floor!”

“The police are on their way.” “And you think I’m afraid of them?” Malek fired back. He could hear the sirens in the distance, but he did not care; he was going to take his sweet little time. “Here’s what's going to happen, bro. I am going to paralyze you by injecting venom into your neck. Then I am going to suck all the blood from your body until your heart gives out.” “You’re going to turn me into a vampire?” “Oh, please…” He scoffed. “I have enough minions already. I don’t need anymore. Not especially one with extreme anxiety.” He laughed. “You’re too broken to be a part of my army.”

I sit down on the couch beside her and wait for her to start. “You know how you told me about the nightmares you were having and that they started about a year ago.” “Yeah.” I say wondering where she’s going with this conversation. “Well I was looking it up on the Internet about three days ago and I found a peculiar website that had strange information on it. It was called Ma vista. I don’t know what that means but I think you are one of the three that live in the world at one time.” She looks over at me to see if I am comprehending what she’s saying, “They were created to stop monsters from destroying the human race, the website said that it started 4 thousand years ago when a wizard realis

As if somewhere in the ruins, two small hearts still beat in time with mine. The Ruins exhaled the scent of damp stone and ancient violence. Moonlight bled through the shattered dome above, illuminating the cracked mosaic floor where Malcolm's ancestors had once knelt for coronation. I pressed a palm to the amulet's mark, following its silver thread through the labyrinth, two faint pulses in the dark. Luca's panicked staccato. Lia's eerie calm. Malcolm's shadowinfected hand gripped my shoulder. "She's herding us," he rasped. Black veins now climbed his neck like creeping ivy. "The nursery vault's a kill box."