Plague Monarch Novels & Stories

If what this rough man said is true, it's truly terrifying. "Mom, we need to go back now." "Right, we need to report this to the king without delay." Back at the palace, I instantly informed Haydn about the situation. Haydn took this matter seriously. If people were just experiencing a common winter fever, medication would suffice. However, if it was indeed a plague, things would take a turn for the worse. Our wedding was approaching, and more and more people were coming to the royal city. If a plague broke out, thousands of lives would be in danger.

A few moments later, my maid entered, her hands clasped in front of her. “Yes, my lady?” I turned to her, trying to stay calm. “Mendy, do you know why Nathan was here earlier?” She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yes, my lady. He came to speak with the king about his pack. There’s a sickness spreading—a plague—and he’s seeking help.” A plague? My mind raced. This was it. This was my chance. I could help his pack as a doctor, and in return, I could learn more about him—about myself.

He handed over something and said, "Take a look." Adrian took the item and found a document containing information that shocked him. The document began with a historical account. It stated that in ancient times, a king named Jago Camacho once lived in the area of Mapleston City. After his death, he was buried there. Under his command were four generals, one of whom was the armored monster they had dealt with before. Besides him, there were three other great generals, including Jago himself, buried in Mapleston City. The reason the Netherites set up a branch in Mapleston was to find Jago's tomb.

… As Chase was about to close the window, he noticed a child's figure not far behind Floyd. Before, neither Chase nor Floyd had detected this person. Simultaneously, Caspian's voice echoed in Chase's mind, "Holy moly! A martial monarch! How is this possible!" "What's a martial monarch?" Chase responded in his mind. "A martial monarch is a being stronger than I am!" Caspian replied, seemingly in disbelief. Upon hearing this, Chase felt a chill as a sense of unprecedented danger filled his heart. If such a powerful being intended to attack him, he might not even notice. However, if an intruder had entered the Esoteric Medical Sect's secret mountain gate, the sect would not just ignore it.

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.

Two weeks after the first letter sent by Prime Minister Edward Aberdeen reached the king, things got even worse. Especially when it was discovered that the officer who delivered the letter to the palace was infected with the Moron Plague. The situation became uproar, within two weeks the plague had spread to other cities. Even 200 people in Kavros City have been infected. No one expected that the plague would spread so quickly like a gust of wind.

~Alex’s POV~ This is the pit of hell. This guy is as if he were a fly. He can’t possibly leave my Luna alone. My knees tremble whenever I’m around him, urging me to submit. What makes him unique? If I chose to approach him, I swear I could smell doom. I’ll need to ascertain his level of power before making any move. One must be able to figure things out. He has a very strong smell, doom, power, and godly. Could he possibly be a Lycan? No, the monarch was the last Lycan to be registered. Is it possible that he is the king? No, he cannot be; nevertheless, why does he exude danger? I climbed into my car like a befuddled puppy.

A king deserved a quiet moment with his mate. "It's a list of—" I waved a hand in his direction, cutting him off. "I don't want to hear it. This is my free time." I carefully dished the food onto the plates, making sure nothing spilled over the edges. "My king, this is urgent." His persistent voice grated at me. "Morgan, when I say no work, I mean it." "The list contains the names of people dying every day from the plague." I stilled at the word. *Plague.*

"The monarchy knew very well what was going on; they understood it perfectly, but they didn't show applicable changes for the people; they didn't want to help; they let the nobility take sides." "Why did they take sides in the first place? Why did people allow one group of people to be segmented to be of more value than others?" asked Snow, and I denied. "For ease and comfort. People at that time didn't care about anything but what affected them, until the problem became a plague that infected everything. The monarchy is to blame; that's not in dispute, but it's silly to put all the blame on them when it has been documented that they have always had people against them who climbed in power a

It was fighting off the plague that was trying to consume me. “Miss Zarah! Someone get to Ms. Winters and get Captain Archer.” I feel like there’s a cloud dispersing from my mind and I soon realize, with great terror, that this plague isn’t a disease. It is an omen. It is an omen that another one of the princes is coming—Leviathan, the demon prince of envy.