Pestilence Novels & Stories

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.

Giant buboes are covering her face and neck, and the stench is worse when I draw closer. 96 From what I remember about the Black Plague was that the buboes were filled puss, caused by the Yersinia pestis bacterium. The bacteria would attack the lymph nodes, and that was how the significant swelling of the skin occurred. The Princess's skin color is matching the white linen sheets, and her breath is very shallow. I can tell she is not long for this world. Geoffrey lies on the pallet and sighs as he can

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.

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..."

They were already so familiar to him . "What happened?" Asked the woman behind him. “An epidemic broke out against which we were simply powerless. It's actually funny when you look at it this way: the greatest has been defeated by the smallest. David versus Goliath. All of our achievements could not save us from this invisible enemy. " “An epidemic? Like the plague? ”, Sanchez asked with disbelief in his voice and Azrael sighed silently. Why did he always have to question everything? After all, he couldn't check it out anyway. He had to believe what Azrael was telling him.

He was apprehensive around Lucinda and hesitant in believing her words, knowing her for so long, he knew how conniving she could be. “My father was a doctor in natural diseases, sir, as you may remember, and so I know that the plague is spread by rats, and Ella’s room was swarmed with rats when I took a look inside of it. I thought about the timeline of how things have happened and concluded that it had to be she who spread it.” Lucinda had not gotten up from her knees and avoided eye contact with the King for most of her explanation, typically a sign of guilt.