Pestilence Novels & Stories

I retorted. “Ahem,” my father’s voice cut through our bickering like a blade. “As I was saying, the report explains why that province has been silent for two decades. The Noble Families have been succumbing to a strange ‘plague.’ It appears without warning and vanishes just as quickly, sterilizing any survivors and leaving them in vegetative states. The survival rate is less than one percent.” The twins and Kyle, my younger brother, inhaled sharply. Zenith looked pale. Ronan’s eyes narrowed to slits.

The baker who used to leave bread on her step when flour was scarce. None met her gaze for long. “The village must be protected,” Father Aldric said. “From fear. From contagion. From influence.” The last word landed differently. Elizabeth’s breath rasped. She tasted blood again and swallowed it down. “There is a place,” the councilman continued, “where those who are taken by the sickness are laid to rest. You know it.” She did. The pit lay beyond the fields, past the low rise where the ground dipped and never quite dried. It had been used before—sparingly, reluctantly, in years when the dead outpaced the living. It was not named lightly.

Their overuse of the earth’s resources for convenience and greed had driven the earth itself to betray and poison them. The vampires claimed the earth’s atmosphere became toxic, poisoning everything humans required for survival. It was said to have been a torturously painful process, and only mythical creatures had the aptitude to survive her rage. However, while there may be truth to the claims, there were things Azrin had written and discovered that just didn’t quite add up.

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.

Chapter Thirteen The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse The Curdo Empire didn’t just crumble because of Kael; one man could only do so much. What led to its downfall was famine, plague, and war. As Elena walked through the bustling village market, the colors and laughter around her felt somehow marred by a shadow. The vibrancy of life seemed to pulse alongside an undercurrent of fear and despair, a sinister tune playing just beneath the surface of everyday existence. It was the way the air felt charged, thick with the promise of change—not the blessed kind, but a foreboding shift that hinted at the arrival of something far more dire.

Then with a sigh, he revealed a secret that made my chest burn, "The rot cases I told you about... They're not simply rotting old wounds that couldn't get proper treatment in time. It's actually caused by something." "By something, you mean something like a... Plague?" "Hmm, I am afraid that could be true. We haven't found out yet but we came across more people with such rotting wounds on their skin. And the worst part is," He gulped frighteningly. "It's spreading." "Oh, no."

Nicholas said as he rubbed his lotion. "Wait, so she just dey her dey, begin to shout". Femisola quipped from the other side of the dorm room and every one burst into laughter. I was busy battling with this government textbook. "Omo, Remmy boy, I hear say na you carry her go infirmary". Femisola said. "Yes, she's sick oh, her body was shaking, Fam. I was scared for her". Malik plopped down in my bed in his jersey shorts, I eyed him as he got his wet back on my bedsheet.

This appears to be his latest victim. And finally, the immortal that you least want to meet on your way. Known as Pestilence, he has the ability to rot everything in his path, and his mere presence can cause death. His appearance is repulsive, his skin looks like it is flaking off. The white Agalariept that accompanies him is just as disgusting. My four horsemen were finally in front of me. They dismounted from their horses and bowed to me. One by one, they rose to their feet and swore allegiance to the supreme king of the underworld.

This got the quarians scared, they all stepped back as the pieces fell amidst them. And there goes boom!! One of them burst with no sign of its flesh. It’s black colored blood splashed on their faces, making them more terrified. They all took turns bursting at a second interval, leaving only the maid out of the game. It felt like experiencing a real-life tsunami. The maid looked around terrifyingly as she couldn’t find any of her followers left. Not even he her beloved. He was busted like the other ones with no traces. She only found their promise ring soaked in the black colored blood.

I clenched my fists in frustration before sliding into one of the chairs and staring at her. Earlier, the doctor had informed me that Sylvia had caught the plague spreading through the city, known as Estrus fever and it had no cure. The doctor said it had a death poll of five thousand people in just three days of it's breakout. It was a cause for alarm and I felt fucking useless that I couldn't do anything to help Sylvia. I refused to let myself think of her death. I didn't know this woman, nor did she mean anything to me but I didn't think I would be able to move on if she died.