Plague Monarch Novels & Stories

He had thought his global fortune, his bloodline, and his corporate authority would make them bow. But as the lead monster locked its milky, blind gaze onto him, Malakai felt a sudden, terrifying realization slam into his chest: He had bit off far more than he could chew. These creatures didn't understand shell companies. They didn't care about his rivalry with Lucian. They were an apex plague, and he had just opened the cage. The lead entity began to scale the sheer, vertical cliff face, its black bone claws driving deep into the solid granite with terrifying, effortless power. The entire horde followed right behind it, a twisting, writhing mountain of pale flesh and flashing fangs ascendin

"You stole his life's work, systematically ruined his honorable name, and hunted my family into the dirt for thirty long years just so you could sit on a stolen throne made of stolen time." "And look at me now!" the Monarch shouted suddenly, his anger flaring up as he slammed his frail, augmented metal fist onto the oak desk, causing the monitors to rattle. "I am still the Sovereign of this city! Even if you ruined my banks and broke my best men, you cannot kill me, boy! This entire villa is lined with a highly sensitive chronal shielding network. If my heart stops beating for even a second, a localized reset trigger will immediately detonate, vaporizing this entire sector of the city into d

is my next question. "There is a traitor. And not just in the city. In the royal palace itself. Only a handful of royals and servants know the location of the source of the underground river. So when people in the city began dying of the plague, we sent scouts to the spring. They found carcasses from a herd of dead, diseased cows floating." Anthrax!

This plague spread quickly, and the way they had engineered it, it would be airborne. The pathetic humans would cordon off the city, of course. Shut down bridges and tunnels. Close air and boat traffic. And that was exactly what he wanted. They would be locking themselves in to the terror that would follow. Locked in, dying from plague, Kyle and his thousands of minions would unleash a vampire war unlike anything the human race had ever seen. Within a matter of days, they would wipe out all New Yorkers.

Logan Amelia’s breath catches, her eyes widen in disbelief. “He wouldn’t,” she shakes her head in denial. “Ethan is my friend, I get that you two have a history, but deep down, he’s not a monster,” Amelia insists. “I swear on everything I hold dear, I’m not trying to trick you,” I whisper hurriedly. “Just think about it, please. How else can we explain the sudden outbreak of plague in Deadfang? Why are only the Capital’s warriors sick, not anyone from the pack?”

"Give me the ointment, it's acting up again." The lady in waiting courteously gave her the ointment. Rilavia rolled up her sleeves revealing fresh scars on her skin maybe due to the plague that has been around their Kingdom for years. "You did not see anything, understood?" as she said that, the lady in waiting nodded her head and putted away the ointment once the Queen was done.

"It's not funny you know. It's rather torture, that I know him. I know these supreme deities, these demons. It's so bloody scary." "Even for you?" Mona teased. "Yes Mona. Even for me." A laughter of relieve filled the atmosphere, but only for a short while. "The plague!" Mona called out as if the plague was in the room with us at the moment. "What?" Lily and I chorused. "The plague. The disease, that's what he's planning. He already planned it, and it's working." She rambled on, and for a moment, I saw Nila's eyes in hers.

Malcolm and Ana both gasped at the sight but the doctor simply shook his head and tsked some more before turning back to face Malcolm and addressing him, "I fear it is the plague." "The plague?" Alma asked, seeing Malcolm once again frozen. "Oui. I read of it when I was in England last, you must all be very careful. Is there perhaps a rodent problem in the castle?" He addressed his question to Malcolm. "No, sir, we keep the castle in very good condition."

"She may possibly be a carrier without symptoms – which may eventually show later." I entered into a deep throught, contemplating the best course of action to combat the spreading plague, when the door to the throne room abruptly swung open. Hera rushed in with a look of concern and worry etched to her face. "My Lord," she said breathlessly, "the news of the plague has spread throughout the entire kingdom. People are terrified, and panic is starting to set in." I turned my gaze towards her, "What do you mean the news has spread?" I asked, my voice cold and clipped. "How did it escape the palace?"

"You need to know whoever started this is from Queen Dalyla, one of the Blood Monarchs. I saw the assassin for a moment before she locked me in here." "Why would the Queen of Love and Destruction have a vendetta against our king?" "The Blood Monarchs are on the move. They want war with the High Monarchs and they won't stop until we're either dead or one of them," Raegan replied, noticing Violet's skeptical look. "Eden thinks I'm a flower needing to be kept under glass. Literally. But I listen to the whispers of this court. What else do I have to do? Besides, that cobalt blue powder on your boots is her royal color. Queen Dalyla practically signed her name to this mess."