Pestilence Novels & Stories

Thoughts were sweet but their own false hope still residing turning down the sweetness earlier Everyone knew, the curse wasn't healed? Why no one knew? The words spread , luna being impure creating the remorse in the members . But who would dare to speak it loud .Moreover , the clossness of Richard and Eliss happened to be oil in fire . Richard, whose name was forbidden was roaming in the palace in bright light, laughing and enjoying as if the shadows of past never lingered in the hall of palace . Stunned the very soul in the palace who knew, who he was.

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.”

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.

I didn’t know how to explain it, it was just something about the way the whole thing looked, something uncanny was telling me that this had the same underlying markings of the plague. “Whatever killed him… it is not natural.”

Slowly, everything was becoming right in his world. He lay in the absolute blackness, comfortable in the stone sarcophagus, and reached into his belt. He was satisfied to see his vial of bubonic plague had made the trip. He was delighted, in fact. He had enough live cultures of the plague around his waist to take out nearly the entire human population of the city, to wreak havoc, single-handedly, on an unimaginable scale. He would create so much human devastation and panic, it would surely bring Caitlin and her crew out, like rats from the sewers. Those pathetic vampires always came running to help when humans need it. It was so easy to bait them out, it was almost laughable.