Scourge Virus Invincible Novels & Stories

But I wasn't surprised; I expected this result. I pulled again and slashed a few more Scythes, but none of them was the real one. They all looked the same. I stood still, focusing to find him using anything at all—a heartbeat if he had one, his movements... just anything. "Tired already?" Scythe's dangerously deep voice cackled. "Every werewolf on earth must be wiped out. I have come, forming an alliance with the creatures of the night to have you all exterminated. Not even an alpha can stop me now. I'm invincible!"

Then I looked at a man right in front of me, wearing a white coat, codename "Vitalis." "Vitalis, Shadow Scheme still needed one more step. Ever since the virus you made last time got cracked, I knew it was a blow to you, but please don't get stuck in failure. This time, I needed you to make an even stronger virus, so your failure could be replaced." Vitalis nodded slightly, a determined look in his eyes: "I will. In a month, I'll give you the most powerful virus in the world. No one but me can crack it!"

"I've been analyzing the data. The new virus is different from the original. It mutates faster. It adapts to its host. It's... intelligent." I looked at her. "Intelligent?" "It learns, Scarlett. It evolves. It finds ways to bypass our defenses. It's like the Apex, but without the consciousness. It's pure instinct. Pure hunger." I felt the weight of her words. "Can we cure it?" Noah shook his head. "I've been working on it. But this virus is different. It's more resilient. More aggressive. It mutates faster than we can develop a cure." I turned toward the council.

I smiled at the wall, a sharp, dangerous curve of my lips. “You’re not fighting a ghost, Sebastien. You’re fighting a virus that just gained root access to a King.” Outside, the forest groaned as something ancient and terrible woke up

My mother told me she could cure me. My wife was as pure as the drifting snow. Her lips had never tasted wine, nor had her tongue used a vile word. She was a virgin until she succumbed to my will. I open my tomb, and she's lying there, a soulless corpse, arrayed in sheer white. I climb inside with her and weep for her death. Mother assured me her purity would give her the ability to cure me, but it didn't. Before her death, she birthed our son. Samuel despised a successor, but no Alpha reigns forever. When I returned home, Samuel said, "Brother, mother has a cure."

Did my mom not want me to wake up or what? And other scenes folded around me as I saw the doctors in tears. I almost thought maybe I have died somehow and become a ghost and the doctors were crying because they weren't able to save me. But no. My tummy hurts and that just means I am alive. Oh gosh, someone save my tummy. Finally, when I already felt like blood was gushing out of my mouth, my 50-year-old bestfriend saw me struggling. "Auntie, at this rate Moon's soul is going leave her body." Finally, my mommy looked up with tears clouding her eyes. I can see that she must have cried a lot as half of her face went black due to her mascara.

But Shane’s scent was here, clear as day. Shane spotted the rebels clan out near the edge of the village, looking across the pack. Shane only had two helpers backing him up, and with an attack force of only three, it stood to reason that he would be trying to go straight for the jugular by taking out the alpha. Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack.

I had never seen him before, but the presence of danger in his aura was unmistakable. "I’ve been waiting for you, Sofia," he growled, his voice rough and filled with venom. "The moon doesn’t shine for you anymore. You’re just a mistake, a stain on the legacy of the pack. A curse." Before I could respond, Lyra lunged, her form a blur of silver fury. The rogue wolf dodged her easily, his movement fast and fluid, but Lyra was faster. She snapped her teeth at his side, forcing him back, but the rogue was relentless, his growl rising in challenge.

"From what I can see, you've had a scarred face for many years. So what exactly is new here?" My head shot up and I stared at him in horror, wondering how he could be so insensitive to my plight, "Who are you?" "My name is Zach and I'm a healer, some would say a magician but I prefer healer.. You were brought here six days ago by a kind stranger and they made me swear to do anything to keep you alive and I can't leave until I've done everything in my power for you” My brows furrowed, "I-I don't understand. Who is the person that brought me here?"

Come get me. Long moments passed with only Liora’s soft chanting and their fast heartbeats. Then the air grew cold and the hair on Liora’s arms bristled. Silver signs flickered. It was here. No shadows. No whispers. The air in front of Ash tore, and a figure stepped through. The Scourge, in its purest form, is a being of swirling void with two sharp green lights for eyes. It was the cancer they fought, made real.