Novel & Cerita Plague Monarch

“Then we need to figure out why. Before it’s too late.” We turned back toward the house but I didn’t shake the feeling. That this house, the one that had withstood wars, betrayal, fire had just opened its gates to one of the horse men of the apocalypse. Plague. And something was already rotting from the inside.

"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

“What do you mean a plague? Be precise.” Atlas swallowed hard, his hands shaking slightly as he gestured helplessly. “It starts with fever, then the body weakens rapidly. Wolves can’t shift—some die within days. Healers are overwhelmed. Alpha, it’s moving faster than anyone can control. If it reaches the core packs, it won’t just cripple us—it could wipe us out.” The words dropped into the room like stones into water, sending ripples of dread through the silence that followed. I clenched my jaw. A plague? Now? As if we didn’t already have enough weighing on us.

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

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."

“Only this area has been affected and the King has made sure that they are kept a secret and away from the rest of the Kingdom. As you know, just because the alleviation has been done, that doesn't mean that those that havebit can't spread to other people.” I finally looked away from the sight and turned my attention to Lord Timothee, “So why did you bring me here?” I had to ask. It was a risk to both of us being in an area where a disease could be transmitted without being adequately protected. “Well, more than half of the affected people in this settlement are humans.” he stated and I wasn't surprised, after all, humans had a higher tendency to get affected by the plague than we wolves. “S

"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."