Plague Monarch Novels & Stories

“Those cells eventually start to produce viral particles, and the plague will spread through blood, saliva, or wounds.” "Plague-seeded slime that amalgamates with the host DNA," I ground out. Shit! Then Dymian unleashed them here to infect my pack. He was striking my reinforcements, trying to cut my forces in half to make his ultimate attack. The weaseling wretch. “But if he's resorting to using a medallion, it could mean that he's not as strong as us,” Zeus gnarled. If there was any truth to that, he would need Raina’s blood again.

One of the royal healers stood first. “Your majesty, we still don’t know the origin of the plague, and the symptoms are spreading aggressively. Fever, internal bleeding, respiratory failure—” “How contagious?” “We’re still determining that, but the panic is spreading almost as fast as the illness itself. Gravel End is already becoming unstable.” “Then we need to seal the cities affected if necessary,” Harlan, one of the council members, suggested. “That’ll only worsen the riots,” Commander Vale argued immediately. Voices immediately started overlapping around the room. I rubbed a hand against my jaw while listening to them argue back and forth, each voice trying to dominate the room while no

He asked me to explain what the plague is. “The plague is a disease that can pass from one person to another. This disease can come from vermins such as rats and they’re very contagious and dangerous. If we don’t solve this issue now, the people in this empire will suffer.” I explained. The Emperor looked at me for a while. I got nervous by how domineering he looked. He and the Empress had a little chat before they turned to me. “I believe we don’t have doctors that can help treat this disease. We don’t even know this disease existed until you came here and told us about it.” The Emperor said.

Thou it can hinder one's infection rate, repeated consumption of Chalice can still counteract the tea. It was a good thing that these bandits were easy to hire. A bit of armory help gave those hired bandits a fighting chance against Einherjar's men and the Kingdom's knights. Now the flow of the plague is back on its feet. Phase three is going smoothly. My generals memorized my whistles and can now command the rats as I have trained them. Once the plague has infected enough people, they will be deployed across the Kingdom and control my rats to eat everything in their path.

I gasp, wondering how in the hell he has me pegged so well, but would he believe me if I told him about imminent future events? Only one way to find out. "My lord," using his official title to demonstrate the seriousness of my revelation to him. "Plague is on the continent. The disease is of the likes humanity hasn't seen since Moses. Princess Joan will perish on her way to Spain." There, I said it! "Are you certain?" "I have no reason to lie to you, Bryce," I plead. He relaxes into the bed, contemplating the tent fabric on the ceiling. The wheels are turning in his head.

"Sofia says she can feel it. She says the air tastes like burnt hair and old copper. Is that what the Rot is? Just air?" "It’s not just air," Nomo said, finally looking up. He gestured to a microscopic scan pulsing on his screen. "I’ve been running the samples through the old Montague labs. This isn't a natural plague, Somito. It’s too precise. It doesn't touch the rats, it doesn't touch the birds, and it barely bothers the baseline humans from the outer rim." "Then who is it killing?" Somito asked, his jaw tightening.

Carl rubbed the back of his neck and looked towards the cell door before turning back to me. "The plague, it's a pathogen that was made specifically to target wolves. The dark king had to bring in a lot of very good scientist to develop this specific pathogen. They made this pathogen, in a way that it kills the wolves regenerative abilities and then begins to kill them from the outside by eating through their flesh and eventually, consuming them whole." I pursed my lips together, the image of the wolves in my kingdom popping up in my head. The bodies filled with ulcerations, and some so bad that you could see the organs. A wave of nausea began to poke at my stomach and I covered my mouth wit

I have to convince Yuval to go back and then disappear here myself without leaving a trace. Feeling demotivated, I reached for the remote and switched on the television. I zipped through some channels, and as I aimed to avoid the Werewolf Media Network, an announcement caught my attention. The Monarch of the Royal Kingdom of Werewolves plans a public declaration concerning ongoing speculation regarding his heirs' mating. There has been noise in the werewolf community for a long time and it's about time for him to address the matter. My fingers refuse to work any further and so I am forced to keep gazing at the screen."

A tall man with brown skin, by looking at him he was sure that he is a good man. "Sss! Don't shout, if you still value your life," the man said while trying to stop Migi from making any noise. Migi trembled when he witnessed the horrible thing that happened. He just covered his mouth and tried to stop crying. He saw Althea eaten by a creature that he could call a monster. Some parts of its body were also severed. But before he could get angry at what he saw, the man took Migi's gaze away from the monster.

The plague. The child. The entities. There was more. Far more. Macy looked at me with tears in his eyes. “The sickness wasn’t natural.” Cold flooded my veins. “The entities had already begun crossing through long before the gate opened,” he whispered. “They poisoned the kingdom slowly.” I couldn’t breathe. “No…” “They needed your grief,” he said softly. “They needed you broken enough to listen.” The truth hit harder than anything else. The entities had engineered the collapse. The plague. The deaths.