The Cure Novels & Stories

Maybe in his late twenties? But who the hell wears sunglasses in rain? "Welcome to China, Doctor Lancer." He said. "I am Hui Lou Wong, director of Nurture Corps." I fought the urge to giggle like a little child and took his hand. I took my mask off since it was a little rude but he stopped me. "It's okay." He said. "Thank you, Mr. Wong." I smiled at him. He led me to his car before we took off. "Our company has been messaging excellent doctors and scientists from around the globe to help us find the cure for this disease." He said.

"You could never have. I'd cut off the connection, and what you saw on the surveillance cam was an act. The report was also a fake. The STD wasn't transferred, but I ingested coffee tainted with your blood by accident. I was forced to take PEP for two weeks to prevent transmission." I turned my eyes to the dumbstruck Donald. "Besides, you've already found a new host to… leech from." Then, I strode off before they could say anything. The weight that'd been haunting me was finally gone. I booked a flight for Astermis. It was scheduled for tonight, and I had some packing up to do. … While I was sampling local food in Astermis, Donald bombarded my phone with message after message. 'Cynthia, you

"The doctors there are too slow. We heard you have miracle hands. Well? Can you save him?" "You heard I have miracle hands, so you brought the Supreme Alpha to a one-room clinic in Crestwood?" Lumina stared at him. "Who told you that?" "Does it matter right now?" Cain snapped. Lumina tore open Dylan's shirt, gasping at the black, bubbling veins spreading across his chest. "This isn't just silver. This is concentrated silver nitrate. It's eating him from the inside out." "I don't care what it's called!" Cain yelled, slamming his hand on the counter. "Can you save him or not?"

That was not a pause I liked. “We would need to contact the Edgewood pack,” he said slowly. “Alpha Derrick’s people are the only ones who’ve developed a remedy. But the process is… unorthodox.” Unorthodox. Great. Exactly what I wanted to hear when my mate might be dying. “This is your best bet for now,” he finished, handing me the vial and a syringe. I took them carefully. “Thanks, Doc. I’ll keep you posted.” I didn’t waste time after that.

“I don’t plan on dying any time soon.” “Where will you go now?” I asked changing the subject. “A village called Hwen. We’ll be there for five days, gathering supplies, looking for recruits.” “Recruits?” I questioned. He mentioned needing more fighters to help defeat the plague. I wonder how bad it truly was. “We need more fighters. The darkness is spreading faster than most realize. Every day it grows stronger, if something isn’t done soon, It might be too late.” A chill shivered through me. “How can you stop it?”

I demanded, surprised by the edge in my voice. The lady washing me yanked me up prompting a yelp from me as the cold air bit into my skin. “Get her dressed and brought to the office.” My aunty instructed before leaving the room. My mind raced with various questions, as I went through the motions of getting dressed Who are they giving me to? Why? And most importantly where am I? I was shown into a brightly lit room where my godparents sat alongside a man. I recognised him as a rogue werewolf named Eugene who ran an illegal auction house.

Dr Purcell urged me from behind. “I found a cure,” I blurted. By this time, most of the patients and doctors in white coats were gathered, watching in awe as two patients who were near death were sitting up, healthy and sound. “A cure?” Dr Purcell and Luna Gwen echoed together in disbelief. I nodded my head while bowing low. I still could not believe that it had worked, that was incredible. “That’s incredible Rebekka, now whatever this cure is… Mass produce it!”

ALPHA GAVIN The word cure sounds different when you’ve watched it almost kill someone. It should sound clean. Clinical. Final. Instead it sits wrong in my head, hollow and metallic, like a promise made by someone who never intended to pay the full price. They keep saying it anyway. Cure in progress. Cure stabilization. Cure threshold. I stand in the observation tier with my hands braced on the rail, watching her breathe through the glass, and every repetition of that word feels more dishonest than the last.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

“My life can never be complete without you; just hold up a little; Dr. Gatlin is going to find the cure; you are not going to die.” A lump appeared on my throat as I listened to Carl; the air in the room was choking me; the secret I knew about the cure made me feel like I betrayed Riley. “I need to see Alpha Axel.” Carl said randomly," A determined expression on his face, almost as though one meeting with Axel was going to give him the cure to Riley disease. “Where is he?” Carl asked as he stood to his feet.