Pestilence Novels & Stories

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."

“… leave.” “What about your sister’s body?” Timotheus asked his son, full of pain in his voice. “We can’t do anything about it! We can’t touch her. It’s dangerous! Let’s go, dad!” [“World News, a disease called Lila Virus or known as LiVi-20... 48% of the world’s population was infected and 13% of them were killed by this new and deadly disease. This epidemic rapidly turns into a pandemic crisis... every citizen must stay at home and stay safe to avoid the increasing number of infected.”]

I ask, still reeling from her earlier statement about the plague having never been controlled. “Oh, I haven’t the foggiest idea,” she replies. “Never in my life have I seen anything like this before. I couldn’t even tell you if it’s a virus, a bacteria, even a fungus–it escapes all comprehension! And these symptoms… I don’t know what to make of them. They’re dangerous, odd, and completely unprecedented–I’d say to a supernatural extent.” I hesitate. “Are you… okay, doctor?” I ask.

Michael asks as we come closer. Lana points to a page on the journal, “Le destructeur de tous et de ses proches, la mort, la guerre et la Pestilence, récolteront la destruction de tous. Le sacrifice de l'humanité sera son champion. Si l'amour et la bonté prévalent, le monde sera sauvé. Si la mort et l'avidité réussissent, la fin sera un nouveau commencement rempli de mort, d'assujettissement et de destruction.”

“What’s your deal?” “It was impetigo and scabies. Probably caused by poor hygiene. Why on earth do you let your people stay in places like that without even proper segregation of garbage? Or even burial of the corpses? Do you intend to kill them softly?!” Siel fumed towards Elias who was taken back with her sudden explosion. He frowned. “Impetigo and scabies? Places like tha? Burial? What the heck are you blubbering about?” Siel crumpled her fist and tried to calm her boiling blood by taking a few deep breaths.

The other three scrambled back in terror, but they didn’t run … they stayed close, as if they couldn’t abandon their comrade. “It’s getting worse out there,” one of the soldiers whispered, voice breaking. “A plague. Something is killing us. A death unlike anything we’ve ever seen. It started near the eastern borders. At first we thought it was poison from the rogues… but it’s spreading too fast. People rot from the inside. Their eyes go black. Their skin peels away while they’re still breathing.” The vomiting man collapsed onto his side, gasping. More black veins spidered across his face. The smell of decay was already starting to rise.

He answered me and I could see the sadness and tiredness on his face. Of course, it will take years to identify the root cause. This realm is unlike the mortal realm. We cannot do bacterial tests on things. Bacteria is different from poison. They could easily identify the poison, but bacteria will be difficult for them. I turned to Elijah. Not everyone knows Elijah so those here don't know that he is the king of Valeria. Especially when it's just wearing simple clothes. "Can someone search the well? I think this is related to contamination. There are rats everywhere." I behaved with Elijah. I am suspecting that the well is infested with rats. The water is already contaminated which resulted

Pestilence enunciated in a feminine tone, her head still facing the reflective surface of the floor. A hmm replied and from the darkness coalescing the throne two large eyes manifested, their afterglow cut through the darkness making it bend to their will. “I see, my trust in Nave and Azathoth failed me yet again... It's no matter. Pestilence, Famine, War and conquest you are to eliminate Escliffe at all cost.” In a booming voice, Chronos gave out the order. “Noted sir!”

He was catching his breath while the Doctor's words further tormented him. John is left on his own, fending against the swarm of rats. He tried screaming for William to stand up and fight against her words. "Ingrid and the Kingdom are depending on us!" he yells. "Kingdom?" the Doctor commands her rat from attacking John. "There is no Kingdom for you left to defend. Look around us! There are infected people everywhere. They exhibit the symptoms of the plague I made! The poison that killed Eldric was unfortunate, but it didn't stop me from developing it into something that the Pentalium could use! And now it is a business that will leave the Kingdom's coffer dry and their graveyard full."

Ignatius barked, his voice cold, his hand automatically reaching out to the hilt of his sword. The breath of the scout snorted in his chest as he labored to find the words. "Monsters, my Lord. Plague-bearers. they're emerging from the forest. Dozens, perhaps hundreds. We believed. we believed we'd readied for this, but. they're different this time. Stronger. Faster. Krishna felt her innards wrench in terror. The plague had already been terrible enough, but now, with the return to life of Vosvak and the darkening of the Citadel, things were spiraling out of hand more quickly than anyone had ever expected.