Plague Novels & Stories

I still recalled the smell of the healers having to drain the buboes that formed on people’s skin. The children died first. Their immune systems couldn’t keep up with the rapid spread of the plague, and they often died in convulsive fits of agony. Their screams echoed through the pack. It still gave me nightmares on occasion. Eventually, we did manage to cure the plague. A vaccine was created. But many members of the pack died before that happened. It was biological warfare, we realized. The opposing Alpha, furious that he had lost through traditional methods, committed the most egregious act by sending that “refugee” family rig

Malcolm explained. "Because of her state right now, she will not have arms no matter what I do. The gangrene will only spread from here, I have no other means to stop it than to cut it off." The doctor had moved back to Maddie's side as he was speaking. He had gotten out what appeared to be some type of hollowed-out wooden tube from his bag and placed it over Maddie's heart, his ear pushed to the other end. "Her heart seems alright," he moved the wooden tube lower on her torso, "her lungs seem slightly congested but the flu would not bring her to such a comatose state," the doctor tsked while looking at her. He removed her shoes and stockings to see that her feet were just as black as her ha

He pecked my lips and left. I didn't need to ask to know that whatever was bothering him had to do with the other camp. If only I could sacrifice myself for the pack, Axel's suffering would end. Those suffering from the plague had a year and a few months to live; if they were unlucky, the disease could advance faster and take their life. From the information I found out about the plagues behind Axel's back, because I don't want him to know that I'm doing my personal research. The plagues only happened in the space of 5 to 10 years, except this time it came early. I wonder if it's because of me, be

However, they clearly remembered that when Baby Zetty came here, she had been an old grandmother with gray hair and a hunched back. Just like that, both of them started believing in Baby Zetty’s medical skills. Jake painfully sought Baby Zetty for confirmation as he said, “Ms. Rozette, there was a plague a few years ago in Sacred Land. Everyone who got the plague had tons of bloody holes in their bodies, and they said that their wounds were rat bites. None of the people who got the plague survived.”

"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.

"The way he's fighting for breath, barely holding on." The room grew perfectly silent, with everyone's breathing seemingly stilled. You'd have been able to hear a farting mouse. I let the quiet sink in for a moment before proceeding. "Back in the Alchemy, we know of another plague that demonstrated exactly the same signs—light pulse, not breathing well. Pretty much the same as Zane's has." I paused, gazing upward at Jayden, who was now wearing an expression that appeared to include two saucer lenses. "If I'm right, it's in the last stage. Bad news."

The young man asked. “Yes but I’m carrying samples on my body and until I wash up, I can’t touch any werewolf or vampire.” “Vampire?” Elijah asked and I nodded. “1814. The first case of HVW or white death plague was first brought to my table.” I explained as I picked a jacket and put on. “White plague affects only werewolves and vampires and humans are basically the carriers which means that the victims got infected from contact with humans and if we don’t find the humans they made contact within the last twenty four hours, more people will get affected.” I explained further as Elijah blinked.

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.

I yelled in frustration, kicking the door as I moved back a couple paces. It didn’t matter what I did. I was locked in. Somehow in the time, Hunt had ordered his guards to drag me away like a criminal; he’d also ordered them to lock me up as well. “Calm down.” My wolf pressed urgently. “We have to deal with the plague first.“ Despite my steaming, I knew that was the most important thing. In my past life, the rose plague had spread so quickly, it was termed the great killer. And now, an infected man was within the palace walls.

The other three scrambled back in terror, but they didn’t run … they stayed close, as if they couldn’t abandon their comrade. “It’s getting worse out there,” one of the soldiers whispered, voice breaking. “A plague. Something is killing us. A death unlike anything we’ve ever seen. It started near the eastern borders. At first we thought it was poison from the rogues… but it’s spreading too fast. People rot from the inside. Their eyes go black. Their skin peels away while they’re still breathing.” The vomiting man collapsed onto his side, gasping. More black veins spidered across his face. The smell of decay was already starting to rise.