Pestilence Novels & Stories

Zayne asked hurriedly, his eyes darting sideways as the guard knelt before him. “Ten more people are confirmed dead. The plague is spreading, and the people are dying!” A hush of murmur swept across the hall, each one of the elders muttering some indistinct words. A huge plague had suddenly hit the grounds of the red moon pack, affecting almost all of the residents of the pack. Even their farms were not left untouched, a strange famine accompanied the plague, all their farm produce became rotten, and the crops on the field were destroyed by unseen forces.

**Morale Hits an All-Time Low** The pack's den, once a vibrant sanctuary echoing with laughter and camaraderie, was now steeped in a suffocating silence that enveloped it like a heavy fog. The very air felt thick with despair, a tangible force that pressed down on the remaining members, who were all too aware of the affliction that had swept through their midst with ruthless efficiency. Sickness had infiltrated their ranks, leaving behind a calamitous trail of anguish and suffering that numbed the hearts of the strong who clung desperately to the vestiges of hope.

He even scolded me, "It's because you have this nasty condition. You're constantly like a dog in heat, and you want me to bed you 24/7. Winter's almost here. Are you even going to harvest the crops? "The crops are all frozen to nothing in the rotten fields. We've worked all year for nothing and now we're going to have to starve!" With that, he turned and stormed off. Wiping my tears, I stood up and hurried to follow him. I knew it was my fault. He was very tolerant of me by not looking down on me. I prayed inwardly that the town doctor would cure me. Otherwise, I feared that if the doctor failed, Tom might do what the old women whispered about—the kind of cure that involved a needle and no m

Evan had to step back out and put on a mask before he entered once more. The stench came from the dining table, which was laden with the cake, wine, and steaks I'd prepared for our wedding anniversary. The only thing missing was my favorite roses. I'd left the house that day to get them, which led to everything else that happened. The stage of decay the food was in proved it had been several days since I last came back to the house. Although the table full of maggots made for a rather disgusting sight, Evan was staring blankly at the cake.

My jaw was slack. Pretty Boy smirked. “I assure you, Miss, I shit you not. There may be a cold war, an all-out war brewing, but my people – they are dying of a sickness; a pestilence. It renders them mute and unmoving” He took a deep breath. “But it is not starvation that takes them; their bodies enter some state of rigor. Paralysed and curled in on themselves like the victims of Pompeii... It would seem their organs implode one by one as their nervous systems fight to keep them abnormally still. They decompose within days – our medicine; modern medicine even – they do nothing. We are left simply watching them cease to exist.”

Cornelius muttered, “Dawar, this had better be important as you can see we are busy.” “Apology, Cornelius but your brother,” announced Dawar. “He has the plague. He is sick to the bone.” Cornelius and Darwin acquired a discharge to go home. As they ran through the thoroughfares, they skipped scrambling rats that brought the plague to their village. They heard cries and screams of stricken dwellers throughout the borough.

"This was before Michael's time, mind you, so it's a rather obscure part of the town's history." "What happened during that time? All I know is that a sickness hit the town pretty hard." said the young lady, quickly leafing through her notes. "Honestly, it's hard to figure it out because there isn't a lot of information." "The Roystons made sure there wouldn't be a lot of info." the old man said. "They were worried about the town's reputation possibly going downhill because of it, but according to some folks, half the town died. The plague came from a bacteria-infested water source. These days it's called cholera, which is curable, but deadly back then."

asked a grandmother who had been watching Nirmala. "I can't do it, Grandma. This plague occurred because of the curse of a witch who was massacred by French soldiers. This epidemic will disappear by itself if all the soldiers who at that time took part in the massacre died. Especially the leader who was in charge at that time. He must die at the hands of Prince Alessandro, the last witch of the Dazzle family,” explained Nirmala while looking at Alessandro who looked the most different from the others who were practicing.

Terra walked up to them, "Elders, you have to close this place down, this plague, it could spread quickly" she said, "How do you know that?" Elder diatele asked, "I had seen this plague as a child, deriaket is its name, its stages are unique, one slash mark to the fore head means it was just in its early stage, two means it has progressed" she continued, "And three causes that?" Rashkov said with fear in his voice as he stated behind me,

She didn't care. The young couple settled on the outskirts of the small village and lived in relative peace. A baby was born, a strong boy, and Vina and Sren named him Nio. But their happiness was short-lived. When Nio was five, his mother died of the red plague. The red plague was a peculiar disease that appeared soon after the discovery of magic. It only affected those who had the spark, and was often fatal. There was no cure and all Sren could do was alleviate her pain and watch his beautiful wife wither before his eyes.