Pestilence Novels & Stories

Gilbert started his enquiry while I sat back and silently riveted my eyes upon the abbot and his reactions to Gilbert's questions. "Oh no, I have absolutely no idea about what kind of disease this horrid plague is. But what I do know is that this disease had been brought to this land of Calavaria through the sea route." He said. "Oh? How are you so sure?" Gilbert raised his brows. "Because the people who had been ravaged by the Alorian-Reveldronian war had been afflicted with this same corrodes disease after the war ended." He said in a grave voice. "I am one of those people who had to leave their home town because of the devastating aftermath of the war. After the war ended, we were not all

He kept quite for a while and watch me pieces my gun and assemble it back with keen interest. It's been three weeks since the virus broke out with half of the population infected with it. Civilization is gradually going into extinction since there's no communication network anymore, the city already shut down it's power system two days after the virus broke out and now, surviving is not an easy task since food and water are now scarce. "Will she survive it?" Austin's voice jolt me out of my thoughts. "I'm gonn' be honest with you, I've never seen someone survive a scratch from an infected for 2 hours, but her case is different. She survived a bite for 2 days now. It's really weird" I told hi

box-sizing: border-box; max-width: 100%; outline: 0px; border-width: 0px; border-style: initial; vertical-align: bottom;">NIKOLAY DOYCHINOVIllness gave rise to the New England vampire panic. In the 1800s, residents of rural New England would disinter, desecrate, and rebury the bodies of their neighbors (according to Bell's Food for the Dead book, this happened at least 60 times). It was another case of vampires taking the blame for a widespread contagious disease, historians say: tuberculosis, otherwise known as consumption.

Sealing off the village was the simplest and most effective way to contain a source of infection. Sighing, Amos continued, "Everstream has been doing just fine all these years. Nothing like this ever happened. Who would've expected such a terrifying illness to pop out of nowhere? "Some say it's leprosy, while others call it the plague. Someone also suggested it might be cholera. Either way, there are tons of speculations going around. A relative of mine lives at Everstream, you know. I heard that the villagers are all terrified. They're hiding in their houses, too afraid to come out.

after this she made her way back to her house. Elizabeth knelled on the floor beside Thomas contemplating the soil as it was hiding some clue. "While we are here contemplating the rising dead I can’t help to remember the scars of the plague, it started in the 20’s and while it softened it still took a lot of lives" Her eyes fixed now on the tombs of the women who were incinerated.

At some stage, the new slaves also sickened. “I have seen this spoken of before in my mother’s grimoire,” Meguitte said grimly. “I wish that I had it still, but it was long ago burnt. In my mother’s village, there was an illness, a pox. Every year, with the change of season it would return and kill almost everyone who sickened with it, but it grew weaker or the survivors stronger, and soon it was no longer something to be feared, but just a minor inconvenience.

“There is a petulance that causes death in the city now and I don’t want to chance you becoming ill. It is called the black death and kills at least half of those who become ill. When we go, we will plan to arrive in London mid-afternoon. We will make sure the king knows we are there and leave as soon as he is otherwise occupied. Shortly after dinner at the latest. I want to be far from the city before we stop for the night. The count has even suggested that as soon as we are away from the city we should walk the horses into a river and bathe ourselves as well. We are to wash or even just burn our clothing. He thinks there are animals that are too small to see and their bites are to blame fo

I inform her as I establish a mental connection between Royal, Axel, and Alpha, instructing them to keep this conversation confidential, beyond the confines of this room. “The resurgence of the plague appears to be imminent, with the cave serving as its initial point of origin. By referring to the plague, I am specifically alluding to the yellow beetles that you witnessed. As they mark the beginning of this troubling phenomenon. As these beetles multiply, they will attract other insects and bugs, leading to the decimation of the surrounding forest or any other nearby lands.” She pauses before continuing.

If negative energy is produced due to the death of living beings, how much negative energy would be generated by the death of almost the entire population of a city? ♦ ♦ ♦ Autumn came in a wave of amber hues of wilting and falling leaves, and the air turned damp and misty, laden with the scent of decaying vegetation. The second month of autumn found the plague at its peak in Genbofen. Festivals like the infamous Meatloaf Week city dwellers would normally have celebrated with great joy and copious consumption of food for eight days at the beginning of the month where they ate like pigs, passed without pain or glory.

He wondered how many people had died in this basement, probably a few he guessed, because the den had been there for generations. James recognized a set of different sized pears of anguish, a collar with spikes that looked rusted, a heretics fork and some others he didn’t know the names of. The bright lights illuminated the basement and in the other corner he saw a metal bed, like you would find in a morgue. James was familiar with this since he’d spent much of his time in the town’s morgue with his father.