Scourge Virus Invincible Novels & Stories

Then the contract expires, and I can burn this cage to the ground. Suddenly, the black glass screen on the terminal flickered. A red alert banner slashed across the blue interface, pulsing with a silent rhythm. [INTRUSION DETECTED: UNFAIR ACCESS ATTEMPT] [LOCATION: VANCE ENTERPRISES CENTRAL SERVER - ZURICH] [USER: EXECUTIVE LEVEL CLEARANCE] My breath stopped. Someone inside Vance Enterprises was currently trying to bypass the Kael Syndicate's freeze order using a stolen master key code, a code that only two people in the world possessed.

Emily mirrored the gesture from her side. "I'm not losing you. Not after everything we've survived." Marcus appeared beside me, looking haggard. "CDC's analyzing Emily's blood now. The virus is incredibly sophisticated-targeted genetic markers, dormant state resistant to normal immune response, activation triggers tied to hormonal changes. Margaret's father clearly commissioned military-grade bioweapon research." "Can they cure it?" "Maybe. If we find Petrov and he cooperates. His research included antiviral compounds

It's always Sophia or Pretty goddess for her fans who must've already forgotten she ever existed. Only her mother ever called her name in short form whenever she wanted to drag her ass to church. Sophie. Why is Justin now calling this name? She ignored Mrs Smith's prying eyes and reached out to hold his hand gently unable to resist the urge anymore. She hated the nagging pity she felt for him at that moment, but she was deeply touched and devastated. Why can't she just hate this dumbass? He is a beast! He is from the family of blood suckers! His mother's foundation must not have been an innocent blood sucking organization, but it is a goddamn eliminating group!

The air in the room instantly turned heavy, thick with the scent of pine and electricity, the dying aura of an Alpha. "Move him there! Now!" Lumina barked, pointing to the surgical bed. "Move!" The lead guard, a man with a scarred face, gripped her arm. "I'm Cain, Beta of the Supreme Pack. This is Supreme Alpha Dylan Virelli. It was an ambush. Silver poisoning." Lumina's breath caught in her throat. "Dylan Virelli? The Supreme Alpha? Are you insane? Why did you bring him here?" "He refused the hospital," Cain growled, his eyes frantic. "The doctors there are too slow. We heard you have miracle hands. Well? Can you save him?"

"You scum! Have you no shame at all? What will it take for you to apologize for what you’ve done?" Mrs. Ainge forced Luther in front of me. Meanwhile, my father clenched his fists tightly to resist the urge to beat Luther into a pulp. He proceeded to pull away the cloth draped over my dead body. Luther reluctantly looked at the object on the table. He immediately noticed the contorted, mummified figure that reeked of the smell of burnt flesh. It was not what he expected to see. His reaction was a mix of horror and complete astonishment.

He has been eagerly awaiting for the day I fuck up where he will have to swoop in and save it. I scrub a hand over my shadowed jaw, “I have called upon you because we have been attacked.” Beard snorts with pleasure, and I do what I do best. I ignore him. “We were attacked by the scourage,” I state firmly with a violent sneer lacing my words. Instantly, the tension between us shifts. I knew the moment the forbidden word left my mouth, I'd have their undivided attention. We may have believed we won the war against the scourage, but in doing so, it cost us our birthlings.

The lady adorned a sugary light blue sleeveless gown that had a deep sweep neckline showing off her milky complexion that was flawless. The Nice encounter had left her with harsh scars on her skin that would have taken years to fade. The dermatologists assigned by Frost had been working day and night to create an anointment that did wonders to her skin in less than three months. This was a major breakthrough for Fortlink Enterprise Corporation that they incorporated into their pharmaceutical department.

Right then, Evan huddled closer and took his jacket off before draping it on top of me, saying softly, "Lyra." Being the gentleman he was, he widened his arms slightly and sought my permission. Cheeks flushing, I leaned against him. We held each other close, relying on each other's body warmth to get through this gruelling night. The next day, a rescue team saved us. I was left with an eight-inch scar along my calf, but thankfully, Evan had treated my injury in time. I could still walk perfectly fine. … Back in the autopsy room, Evan stroked my scar and said, "The victim has an old scar on her right leg. Due to the distinctiveness of the scar, it can be used to identify the victim."

I could only hear Avery's parents crying and screaming outside the door. I put on my half-finished protective suit and made my way toward Jasper and Avery. Their faces were pallid, their pupils were unfocused, and their bodies were unbearably stiff. Their chests rose and fell slowly; they were still breathing. It affirmed that Jasper and Avery weren't dead yet. Avery seemed to be less affected by the unusual illness. After being injected with a new drug, she finally regained consciousness. "Arianne! Arianne, you have to save me! I don't want to die!" she exclaimed, grabbing hold of my sleeve and trembling hard.

I took the hospital gown which Nicole had thrown over to me and quickly disappeared behind the curtain I had changed behind earlier on, shifting back into my human form, I hissed as I finally felt the effects of the wound. The pain was worse than what I had been feeling in my neck two days' ago and when I looked down at the size of the wound, I knew that I was going to have another scar to add to the collection I was slowly gathering. But at least this one was a real battle wound. Damn silver. I am going to have to have words with the Moon Goddess about that. You do that and perhaps I won't have a hideous scar to show for my idiocy once the would heals.