The Plague Novels & Stories

I began carefully, like I didn’t know his name and didn’t know anything about him, “what did he want?” “Ah,” my father said, leaning back in his chair. “His name is Nathan. He’s the alpha of his pack, and he came seeking help. There’s a plague spreading among his people, and it’s causing great suffering. He asked for our assistance.” “A plague?” I asked, my brow furrowing. “What are the symptoms?” “According to Nathan, it begins with fever and chills, then moves quickly to weakness and coughing blood. Many in his pack have already died. There were other symptoms he called but i can't remember.

Dr Purcell came forward, “Goddess bless you Luna, thank you for the additional doctors and supplies.” She ignored his entreaties, “Have you figured out how to end this?” He stiffened. “Speak freely,” she said impatiently. “Nothing yet, Luna, none of our treatments are working… we have not even figured out how it spreads yet. What I know is the progression of the plague.” “First they cough and collapse, then they have difficulty breathing, after that, the sores come next and the patient falls into a coma and then they die,” he said with a heavy tone.

“What do you mean, the dead are coming back to life?” “The wolves who died during the plague are rising from their graves and attacking everyone they encounter. They don't recognise their packs or respond to commands. They're behaving like mindless killing machines.” The first plague had already killed hundreds and left thousands suffering. Now, the dead were rising to spread even more terror. “How widespread is it?” I asked. “Several communities have reported attacks, and the situation is getting worse. Our warriors are protecting the survivors, but we don't know how many more bodies will rise.”

It was fighting off the plague that was trying to consume me. “Miss Zarah! Someone get to Ms. Winters and get Captain Archer.” I feel like there’s a cloud dispersing from my mind and I soon realize, with great terror, that this plague isn’t a disease. It is an omen. It is an omen that another one of the princes is coming—Leviathan, the demon prince of envy.

I inform her as I establish a mental connection between Royal, Axel, and Alpha, instructing them to keep this conversation confidential, beyond the confines of this room. “The resurgence of the plague appears to be imminent, with the cave serving as its initial point of origin. By referring to the plague, I am specifically alluding to the yellow beetles that you witnessed. As they mark the beginning of this troubling phenomenon. As these beetles multiply, they will attract other insects and bugs, leading to the decimation of the surrounding forest or any other nearby lands.” She pauses before continuing.

They were scared that these people might get them. The Belmorthe Family on the other hand managed to escape the burning tower and started running away from that place. Lady Molly had seen the horrifying scene of people attacking each other. She knew to herself that this certain event is bad and could send disasters in the coming days. She knew that this sickness is inevitable. It will not go away that fast. It's a plague.

Teresa replied with a nod. " What exactly is it?" Amaria inquired again. "A person who practises a higher level of plaque magic, which is a dark arts, could contaminate it; however, this can only happen if the farmers do not detect the contamination early on. The plaque will spread and completely take over until the entire land or town is contaminated, and if no precautions are taken, the entire continent will be affected, and then the entire world "Teresa elaborated. 'Plague magic, huh? Is that what that guy used to destroy my home?' Dove wondered as she lay on the mattress, recalling those painful memories.

The Plague was never swift. It moved like the slow ache of winter, silent and unseen—an inevitability that crept into cracks, hollowing out the places where hope once lived. It was not a sickness of blood or bone, but of spirit. A quiet unravelling of the light within, one thread at a time.

I told her and she gave me a sympathetic smile. "Maybe you should go home early today. You attended to a lot of patient's today," she stated. "What were you talking about earlier?" I asked and she beamed. "I was just talking about how strange the plague is. There hasn't been any patient who recovered fully. There hasn't been a casualty either. The symptoms are becoming variable. It feels like someone is messing with us," she explained. I raised a brow at her and she shrugged. "What do you mean by that?"

“What do you mean a plague? Be precise.” Atlas swallowed hard, his hands shaking slightly as he gestured helplessly. “It starts with fever, then the body weakens rapidly. Wolves can’t shift—some die within days. Healers are overwhelmed. Alpha, it’s moving faster than anyone can control. If it reaches the core packs, it won’t just cripple us—it could wipe us out.” The words dropped into the room like stones into water, sending ripples of dread through the silence that followed. I clenched my jaw. A plague? Now? As if we didn’t already have enough weighing on us.