Pestilence Novels & Stories

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.

of the earth. "They're dying for the right to be lonely," Tommy said, reviewing the medical scans from the Paris Vault. "We’re seeing cases of influenza, bacterial pneumonia... things we thought we’d evolved past. Avery, we have to intervene. We can't let them rot in their 'Sanctums.'"

He asked me to explain what the plague is. “The plague is a disease that can pass from one person to another. This disease can come from vermins such as rats and they’re very contagious and dangerous. If we don’t solve this issue now, the people in this empire will suffer.” I explained. The Emperor looked at me for a while. I got nervous by how domineering he looked. He and the Empress had a little chat before they turned to me. “I believe we don’t have doctors that can help treat this disease. We don’t even know this disease existed until you came here and told us about it.” The Emperor said.

She was exhausted and drenched in sweat. Once done with treating Nicholas’ wound, Lacey asked sympathetically, “What happened to you? How did you get infected with Reaperiosis?” Reaperiosis was a unique form of infection, and the term was coined by Lacey and her mentor. It was not an aggressive disease but an infected wound could prove fatal if not treated in time. Hence, it was named Reaperiosis after the grim reaper. This infection was almost non-existent in today’s society unless one contracted a bacterial infection that triggered the Reaperiosis.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Her hair in shambles around her as she sobbed. I stepped past her. Inside, Elder Dominic lay in his bed. And on every inch of exposed skin, his forearms, his throat, and even the side of his face pressed into the pillow. All red dripping sores. Behind me, a flash crossed Alex’s face and he swore. “It was never as fast as this.” My gut hardened to stone. Whatever variant of the plague had been spread at the ball, it was stronger. Behind me, Lady Dominic wailed loudly. "He was fine at the memorial. He was—"

As though they’d settled it internally ages ago, only needing the right moment to let it slip out. “It's prevention,” Paul chimed in. A sickness ended the Valerian Pack. One person made it through. Risk isn’t something we can afford now. Fingers curled tight against my thighs. My hands balled up without thinking. Bullshit. I knew exactly that the Valerian Pack didn't die from a naturally occurring plague. I knew this plague didn't work like a normal disease. So there was no way Rhea could bring that ‘curse’ into my pack.

Life respects no one A lot of shits happens When you expect. Despite what Mark was facing, the world was coming to a standstill. Over 200,000 people dropped dead suddenly across the continent In two days and the number is still counting. News had traveled like wildfire fear has increased. The few infected persons hospitalized complained of difficulty in breathing until death eventually took them away. Their diseased state was immune to antibiotics and doctors' prescriptions. Soon enough fear, anxiety grew.

Ethan clutched his head in despair, his voice raspy as he said, "It's not like that, Amelia. Please believe me. I've always loved you and Heidi. I never thought something like this would happen. I really—" "Shut up!" I interrupted him, my rage burning, "How dare you say you loved us? If you really loved us, this wouldn't have happened! You're nothing but a hypocrite and a scumbag!" He knelt on the ground, overwhelmed with hurt as he endured my fury. Then, he pleaded, his voice filled with deep remorse and despair. "Amelia, go ahead and hit me, cuss at me. It's all my fault. I'm responsible for Heidi's death..."