The Plague Dbd Novels & Stories

"This land was already dying when I arrived. A plague had taken root weeks before I ever set foot here.” “A plague?” I repeated, swallowing hard as I remembered Lucien’s story of trading his soul to save his people. “Yes,” Roland said. “The kind that doesn’t respond to medicines or healing magic.” My light stirred uneasily, not liking that I couldn’t help them after I had just experienced the same with Lucien. I couldn’t help but wonder if that meant they had been bound by the darkness, too. I had been able to heal members of Lucien’s pack, and they had recovered from the plague, so if the Silver Claw pack hadn’t been bound to the darkness that caused it, I should have been able to help them

after this she made her way back to her house. Elizabeth knelled on the floor beside Thomas contemplating the soil as it was hiding some clue. "While we are here contemplating the rising dead I can’t help to remember the scars of the plague, it started in the 20’s and while it softened it still took a lot of lives" Her eyes fixed now on the tombs of the women who were incinerated.

“I don’t have loose lips bitch. You should know. You’ve felt all the lips on my body. So much tighter than yours. But before we go eat, I’m going to go wash the rabies and salmonella and shit off my skin.” Amber snorted but didn’t bother to correct her friend on how you actually were transmitted either of those diseases. Ebony had forgiven her and that was all that mattered. Amber followed Ebony out of the incinerator, both of them glad to leave it behind them. “Oh, fuck me! Something just ran into a corner over there Lord Jesus, I think it was a fucking rat! Now I’m going to get the plague as well!” “If only it hadn’t been eradicated hundreds of years ago. But this city is full of rats Ebon

“Before my sister… infects everyone.” I cough loudly and let my shoulders shudder for effect. The vampire pales, pulling his shirt up over his nose and mouth. The plague can’t kill a vampire, but he seems to have forgotten that. “Fuck this, I did NOT sign up for dying of plague. Get. Get out of here!” We slip through the gate and I thank vampires’ long lives and memories, even if he hadn’t stopped to think that not much can kill a vampire. There hasn’t been a case of plague in over a hundred years.

Slowly, everything was becoming right in his world. He lay in the absolute blackness, comfortable in the stone sarcophagus, and reached into his belt. He was satisfied to see his vial of bubonic plague had made the trip. He was delighted, in fact. He had enough live cultures of the plague around his waist to take out nearly the entire human population of the city, to wreak havoc, single-handedly, on an unimaginable scale. He would create so much human devastation and panic, it would surely bring Caitlin and her crew out, like rats from the sewers. Those pathetic vampires always came running to help when humans need it. It was so easy to bait them out, it was almost laughable.

War with the human race, and with the other vampire races, would soon be his to wage. As Kyle continued downtown, now over Harlem, he dipped closer to the ground, using his vampire vision to zoom in on the details below. He grinned wider. His spreading of the Bubonic Plague has really worked. Pandemonium and chaos ruled. Those pathetic little humans were scrambling every which way, racing their cars the wrong way down one-way streets, arguing with each other, looting stores. He could see that most humans were covered in the horrible sores indicative of the plague. He could also see the corpses, already piled high on nearly every street corner. It was Armageddon down there. And nothing made h

Today's symptoms were truly unusual, and the excruciating pain was unbearable, so I came to the hospital. Dr. Patterson's brow furrowed, and he looked me over with a scrutinizing gaze. "Are you sure you're not taking any medication? You mustn't lie to a doctor, or it won't help your condition." "I really haven't." Seeing my sincerity, Dr. Patterson stopped questioning me, but a puzzled expression remained on his face. "But your medical reports show that you're experiencing adverse reactions from long-term use of aphrodisiacs."

Cornelius muttered, “Dawar, this had better be important as you can see we are busy.” “Apology, Cornelius but your brother,” announced Dawar. “He has the plague. He is sick to the bone.” Cornelius and Darwin acquired a discharge to go home. As they ran through the thoroughfares, they skipped scrambling rats that brought the plague to their village. They heard cries and screams of stricken dwellers throughout the borough.

That would be so nice— "All of you have the plague," Hera declared with a smug grin, her voice laced with an unmistakable sense of satisfaction. Confusion and disbelief washed over me. Humans were not supposed to contract the plague, or so I was told. Dahlia had said so. It was a disease that affected only the werewolves. "What plague? What do you mean?" I stammered, my mind struggling to grasp the gravity of her words. Hera's grin widened, clearly relishing in my confusion. "The plague that is claiming the lives of all those weak humans, one by one."

Elder Marrek stepped in when he saw Lyra preparing to examine the patient herself. “We’ve named this plague Black Marrow Blight,” Marrek said in a low voice. “At first, it’s almost invisible, no rashes, no sores, no fever or clear symptoms. The afflicted seem healthy, maybe just a little tired.” He glanced at the emaciated figures inside the tent, his gaze growing darker. “But once it settles in… they lose the ability to shift. Even their natural healing vanishes. It’s like their bodies are drained dry, down to the marrow. In the end, they become hollowed husks, stripped of every trace of wolf.”