Pestilence Novels & Stories

And now, she groveled outside the council chamber, begging, "Sebastian, please help me! They'll kill me!" But Sebastian remained unmoved, staring at her with hollow eyes. She was the root of his suffering, after all. In no time, Roxanne's mate arrived with other pack members, dragging her back like she was nothing. Her desperate cries echoed through the council chamber. Even so, Sebastian never emerged. He would no longer do anything for her. Yet, the true crisis was only beginning. A new plague spread silently through the pack, affecting pups under five years old. At first, they ran fevers, but soon they suffered respiratory failure and died.

In the year 2054, there was an outbreak of an illness that hit so quickly that no one had a chance to prepare for it. Billions of people died within weeks. To this day no one is sure what caused the illness, where it came from, and if it is truly gone. Countries fell and chaos ensued.

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.

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.

Human kings, driven insane by power, greed, time, and inbreeding. And none of them came close to Beauregard’s reign of terror. “A wolf should not live that long,” I say, my voice flattening out as my insides go numb. “Their minds… it snaps. He unleashed a plague.” “A- a literal plague?” “Yes. The Black Death. That’s what the humans called it. To stop it, we burned an entire city, humans and all, to the ground.” “Fucking hell, Noah.” Her voice is barely a whisper.

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.