Novel & Cerita Newt The Death Cure

"He should have died by now." My heart pounded. The voice of the assistant answered, uncertain. "There's only one cure. and we have it. The wolfsbane can't be cured without it. His people don't know that." "Good," Mikhail growled. "Then he's as good as dead." I couldn't breathe. I backed away from the door, shaking. Alberto was alive—but stuck. And the cure, the one and only thing that could bring him back. Mikhail had it. He was abandoning him to die in a coma, slowly passing away, because of me. Because of us.

A rather old textbook with a frayed cover and crinkled pages, but… I was running out of options. Maybe I would find what I was looking for here, I figured. Maybe, just maybe, some forgotten history would be the key to finding the cure for this disease. As I read, no matter how hard I tried to shove them away, Heather’s words kept echoing through my mind. “The only cure is death,” she had said. “If the professionals can’t figure it out, what makes you think that you can?”

They couldn't have been more than fifteen years of age and were both intelligent looking. "We are the new fates, brothers Jackson and Nowell and you two are Rai, the Grim Reaper and Sebastian, a Death & Life soul cultivator, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance," Jackson stated and presented his open hand to us as he stepped closer. Rai shook it first and said we needed to clean up the mess. "We will deal with it, you both enjoy your newly engaged selves," Jackson grinned. We both thanked them profusely and stood back as they waved their hands over the corpses and the bodies and blood all vanished.

His voice came out in a broken whisper, his face draining of all color. "No. This isn't possible… I injected the antidote. I cured you. I cured you..." He lunged forward and started CPR. "Christina, wake up. Don't scare me like this. I won't make you apologize anymore. Just wake up. I'm a genius healer. I'm ordering you to wake up!" Sebastian begged and shouted, but the body on the bed remained lifeless. I watched from the moonlight as the once untouchable chief healer crumbled before me, utterly undone. I felt no satisfaction from revenge, only a quiet, hollow relief.

It's either the diagnosis was wrong or the medication itself is the problem. But the same medication is doing wonders in the entire Pack, there are no death rates again, the healing wing has reduced drastically in pressure, in fact the doctors already came up with a vaccine for protection against the virus, the pack members are all getting better, walking around like nothing even happened, but then the one person that found the cure to the virus is about to die from it, that doesn’t make any sense at all. I dragged Kiera's door open and stepped in, the faint scent of herbs hitting me immediately, and I saw Tasha seated beside her, feeding her the herb slowly like she was handling something f

“But we all have to work together. And you… need to put on a show.” I frown. “No. I can’t save him.” I rest my head on Caron’s shoulder, tears falling freely. Vincent kneels in front of me, brushing my wet hair away from my face. “We can save him.” My pulse spikes. I want to believe him. “When we couldn’t track the killer, we suspected magic. We prepared the strongest antidotes just in case. I know what they used—and I have the cure. But no one else can know.”

I placed one hand on its head. Not because medicine required it. Because no one should die feeling only chains. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. The final injection worked quickly. The creature went still. No one spoke. Then another growl came from deeper in the tunnel. And another. Mara rose slowly, face pale and furious. “How many?” Caleb checked the tunnel map Daniel had pulled up. “If this was a holding site, there may be multiple chambers.” Daniel looked at me. “Can they be cured earlier in the process?”

He kept his eyes on the road, but his jaw was set in a hard, jagged line. "If the Shadow wins," he whispered, "I’ll make sure there’s nothing left of this city for him to rule. I’ll burn the 2026 world to the ground before I let him use my hands to hurt you again." We reached the city limits. The skyscrapers of the modern world looked like teeth against the night sky. Somewhere in that concrete maze was the truth of Life Zero. Somewhere, the Scythe of Souls was waiting. But as we passed a billboard for the hospital, I saw a face I recognized. It was a digital ad for a new "Neurological Wellness Center."

The mission was far from over. I finished setting up the cure dispenser, the machine humming to life. The vials I had carefully carried with me were now being released into the air, a fine mist that would spread across the infected zone. I watched as the mist slowly spread, covering the ground and the trees, the buildings, and the infected. The effect was almost immediate. The infected closest to the cure began to slow down, their movements growing slower and more labored. I could see their bodies stiffen, their skin pale as the cure worked its magic. It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough to slow them down.

Then, he continued, "I've never heard of it. What drugs do you have here?" "You came to the right person, sir. I'm the miraculous doctor who can even revive the dead. I can cure any disease, and cancer is a walk in the park for me!" Kelvin whispered in Ethan's ear, "Boss, all swindlers say the same thing." "Swindlers? Who told you I'm one of them? I researched malignant tumors for years. Coupled with some traditional scrolls left by my ancestors, along with an original recipe, I can prolong a person's life even if the Grim Reaper is after them."