Plague Doctor Fantasy Novels & Stories

"Wake up! I know you're lying to me! Aren't you? If you wake up, I won't hold it against you! How could you be so cruel and leave me all alone?" I wailed loudly in the hospital corridor, drawing the attention of many onlookers. Previously, Christopher botched a surgery which led to the patient's death. To avoid paying the hefty compensation fees, he faked his death and ran away in silence. It wasn't only until much later that I came across the truth. Before his fake death, he had won a fifty-million-dollar lottery. By pretending to be dead, he could escape his responsibility and enjoy a life of wealth and freedom with his mistress.

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.

He had called Tatsuya to come to his apartment,with an excuse of "let me explain, i have a plan". The apartment smelled faintly of burnt coffee and old paper. It wasn’t messy in the usual sense, but the kitchen counter was drowning under the weight of scattered documents, photocopied articles, hand-written notes, and Taiga’s looping scribbles. Every corner of the surface was littered with scraps of obsession, like a crime board without the pins.

she cried, her eyes wide, sweat dripping down her forehead. “What’s going on?” I asked, but before she could answer, the sight pulled the words out of my mouth. Patients lay sprawled across beds and on the floor, their bodies jerking and trembling, blood seeping from their eyes, noses, and even their ears. Some choked on the thick fluid, some clawed at their skin as if something was eating them alive from the inside. It was a plague, one unlike anything I’d seen before. I swallowed hard, the air sticking in my throat. “What happened to them?”

] [I'll get to be a full-time doctor and stay at this hospital for sure! Everyone was stunned. They could not believe there was ready proof of malpractice by someone looking to get ahead in the hospital. I had already spotted Elena acting weird in the surgery room. How could someone so clueless get a doctor's license? She had to be up to something else. Watching Liam walk away, I remembered how in a previous life he had framed me for a medical mistake. While he was busy with a commotion at the hospital, I sneaked off and took his phone.

His daunting eyes narrowed in on me and he straightened, a smile spreading across his lips and revealing the dimples my dad had mentioned. His beauty struck me like a blow, and I could already feel butterflies swarming in my stomach, his intimidating aura swallowing the entire space around him. Dr. Benjamin Cavanagh. The eccentric billionaire dubbed the Mad Doctor. “Do you see him?” My father crackled in my ear. “Yes.”

Everyone clapped. “Now some people might think this is just fancy prostitution, but this is more than meets the eye. The Sex Doctor is about relieving the stresses of everyday life. Sex is very therapeutic and can have amazingly positive effects on ones everyday life. This is also about fulfilling fantasies and making dreams come to reality. In doing so I promise to help many charities along my journey and want to make a huge impact on this community.”

It did seem like I had a ton of other problems though, most of which revolved around Damien Flynn. Damien entered the room again with a knock with suit clad doctor behind him who looked nothing like any doctors I’d visited, he looked more like a celebrity. He even had his hair in a hair tie, being this hot should be illegal for a doctor right? I’d happily let him be my personal physician. God, did everyone in his life look like they stepped out of a tv commercial? “This is Dr. Clapham, he’s an old friend and I asked him for a favor”

“This isn’t over, Lila. When I come back, I’m going to take my time with you. Properly. I want to show you exactly how much I crave every curve you have.” He adjusted the sheet over me and left quickly, the door clicking shut. I lay there, body on fire, mind racing. What had I just done? Kissing my doctor in a hospital bed while recovering from a car crash. It felt reckless. Dangerous. But I wanted more. Night fell slowly. I dozed off at some point, dreaming of his hands on my body. A noise woke me sometime after midnight. The door opened quietly. I thought it was Ethan again, coming back like he promised. My heart jumped with excitement.

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.