Pestilence Novels & Stories

said a round-headed man named Mario. "Even with the swan, look over here. The black etchings on the upper and lower rims depict dark winds. This is identical to the horrific 10th-century plague known as the Black Bird Virus," argued John, a senior politician and the Chairman of the Verdansk City Council.

The skies and all its ever-changing colors shall never be seen by another living being. There would be nothing in this world but the fire and the smoke and death. There would be nothing but the haunted silence and the scent of decay going forth through the air. The smell of corpses and rot, iron and thick smoke; everything that was demonic and inhuman would be all that prowled these cursed grounds, eternally famished and searching for something to corrupt and kill– …but they will never find anyone. Or anyone alive, that is. They were gone. His sword has done its part.

She had whispered dreams then, of peace, of unity, of daughters born in light instead of shadow. Now, her flame was gone. And Kael could feel himself unraveling with it. He rubbed his temple, fingertips brushing the cold sweat that never truly dried. The sickness gnawed at his insides like a beast with too many teeth. It wasn’t fever. It wasn’t poison. It was the Plague. A slow, creeping rot that devoured the bond between man and wolf. Only those of royal or ancient blood felt its sting. And Kael, once Elara’s closest general, now commander of the fractured remnants of the Lycan Order, had been infected longer than anyone knew.

Sitting in the driver seat was a man who was visibly sick, covered in sores. Caleb shook his head. He recognized it immediately. The Bubonic Plague. Caleb was overcome with disgust and grief. Kyle must have unleashed it, he realized. No one else could have been this evil. Caleb felt a presence beside him, and saw Samuel staring with him. “Kyle’s work,” Caleb said. Samuel shook his head, too. Caleb felt even more resolved, more sure of himself and his actions. Now, more than ever, he knew they had to stop Kyle. And that every moment counted.

Ang amoy ng tagumpay sa Outpost 7 ay mabilis na napalitan ng amoy ng kemikal at takot. Habang hinihila ng Black Legion ang mga labi ng mga Precursor Scout ships para pag-aralan, isang itim na likido ang dahan-dahang s******p sa mga siwang ng sahig. Ito ang "Crystalline Plague"—isang biological weapon na dinesenyo ng mga Precursors para sa "deep cleaning" ng mga planetang ayaw sumuko.

"mitéra!!! mitéra!! Wake up!! We're gonna visit pappoús today!!!" Hela shouts, still jumping up and down their bed. (Mitéra - mother, pappoús - grandparents) Hestia laughs and gently grabs her daughter in an embrace, then starts tickling her. Hela squealed in her arms making her laugh. "MAMA!!! MAMA!!! HELP!!!" Her daughter shouts calling her wife for help. Hecate entered their shared room and the sight in front of her melts her heart. She walked towards their bed, getting their daughter from her wife, "protecting" her.

Wells about the situation. "Impossible!" I almost stumbled. "It can't be. I was with my mother; nothing happened to me. Why would something happen to her?" Trying to remain calm and find my logic, my palms were sweaty. "A plague is an infectious disease, and the establishment of an infectious disease involves three aspects: the source of infection, the transmission route, and the resistance to the disease. Therefore, the transmission of a plague varies from person to person." I burst into tears and my heart was full of guilty. If it weren't for my wedding, my mother wouldn't have come to the royal city. If it weren't for preparing for my wedding, she wouldn't have fallen ill while being out.

I felt his hand rub my back. "Do I look like I'm alright?" I sarcastically said. Noah laughed. "No, you look like the end of the world." There was another puking sensation climbing up my throat, so I turned my head back to the toilet bowl to vomit. "Which one? As far as I remember, the world ended 12 times," I joked, referring to the 12 Death Plagues that wiped out the world. "Probably the 9th," he answered, referring to the plague where a virus literally sucked up people's blood, leaving them dry, body and bones, in a span of weeks.

If I did, Coraline doesn’t seem to notice. But she does furrow her brow. “Disease? What’s it called?” Shit. We hadn’t discussed that either. “Swallowpox,” I blurt out, stealing the first part of the word from a painting of a swallow in flight hanging in the room behind Coraline. Her brows knit together tighter. “Swallowpox? I’ve never heard of such a thing. Is it contagious?” Think, Rose. “Yes, but we’re safe if she keeps her distance, which is why she is standing behind me,” I say. “The issue is that it’s not currently curable. We’re raising money for more research into the matter.”

James said and I smiled. "That was when he was just Doctor Alexander Sanchez but now he suspects me and I can't take the risk of letting him know what happened that night. Alex must not return to London, he must die in Afghanistan." 💊 Alex's POV 💊 "The plague is a vector borne infectious disease and it's caused by a bacteria called Yersinia pestis" I said. "So we just need to find a way to kill the bacteria" Jasmine said. "And also a way to repair the destroyed tissues cause it works by destroying the cells and tissues in the body."