The Plague Novels & Stories

"I am not the source of the plague. I have never done anything to harm this pack." The crowd quieted slightly, but the tension was palpable. I continued, my voice gaining strength. "There is something I must reveal, something I kept hidden for the sake of the royal family and our safety. The true cause of the plague is not me but Caspian and a witch he conspired with. They are the ones who brought this curse upon us."

This plague spread quickly, and the way they had engineered it, it would be airborne. The pathetic humans would cordon off the city, of course. Shut down bridges and tunnels. Close air and boat traffic. And that was exactly what he wanted. They would be locking themselves in to the terror that would follow. Locked in, dying from plague, Kyle and his thousands of minions would unleash a vampire war unlike anything the human race had ever seen. Within a matter of days, they would wipe out all New Yorkers.

He hesitated. My mind raced. Why in the world was a deadly plague hovering around Eden City? "What? What kind of plague is it? Do you have any idea what the situation looks like?" I had asked impatiently "The Acrez plague and they told me the situation is worse than we think." and my mind had slumped at the moment. What in the world was the Acrez plague doing in Eden City? I didn't know much about the plague but I knew enough to know it wasn't favourable to a City like Eden.

IV Once a ship loaded with pleasure-seekers was sailing from North Chinn to Shann. High winds and stormy weather had delayed her, and she was still one week from port when a great plague broke out on board. This plague was of the worst kind. It attacked passengers and sailors alike until there were so few left to sail the vessel that it seemed as if she would soon be left to the mercy of winds and waves.

“Let see. I hope I still got those Pixie dusts we need for that elf. He’s still not going to die though, just have to rest. I could feel Margarette’s spell on him but there’s just a fragment left.” “Wait I don’t get it. Why would you run out of Pixie dusts?” “Oh you missed out on a lot when you were gone, Marga. Just five years ago, a plague, known as the ‘black plague’ killed pixie’s race to extinction. They were said to drain the dusts out of pixies.” “But without dusts, they’ll die..” Margarette gasped. “Exactly. No one can help them. They won’t tell what was happening with them. They just said the plague would be repeated if they utter a word.” The clangs

I asked her. "When the plague began, no one knew what to do. They said it was the deity punishing Rayuwa for not granting her the sacrifice she had demanded. Usually, the yearly maiden sacrifice was made as required, but she decided to ask for too much this time around, saying the normal sacrifice would not be enough. While the Sarki and the council were trying to solve the matter, the problem began gradually. It started with drought. The rain did not fall when it was supposed to. Then the crops began to die, game became scarce in the bush and fish scarce in the waters. The way it all happened, it felt like Rayuwa itself was dying. When the sky became red and

“Then we need to figure out why. Before it’s too late.” We turned back toward the house but I didn’t shake the feeling. That this house, the one that had withstood wars, betrayal, fire had just opened its gates to one of the horse men of the apocalypse. Plague. And something was already rotting from the inside.

“It’s been going on for a long time. At least since current Lyric’s birth. That’s when it started.” “How did he hide it from us this long?” “Did he, Sire? Just recently, a new plague came along and killed millions.” “Please,” Noah waves his hand impatiently. “That was nothing compared to the black death.” Flora nods. “Because the humans developed medicines, machines to help them breathe, and pump their hearts. A plague is always a bad omen. It’s not about the body count.” Noah chews into his bottom lip then shakes his head. “Still… the last time it took hundreds of years and it was nowhere near this bad.”

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.

Especially having casual conversations like this… Fenrir cannot imagine a better haven than in her arms. “The plague is getting stronger and stronger as it goes on…” she voices her worries with a sigh. “I shall ask the witches to get to the bottom of it.” “I believe this is gonna be a bigger war than that against the rebels.” Akira’s forehead creases, silently agreeing, though she hoped otherwise. Wishful thinking was useless here. She needed strategies, a lead, or any clue at all that could help them discover more about the mysterious plague. At the end of the day, all they knew about it was the growing number of victims and its name—