The Plague Novels & Stories

George grunted agreement. “This is what comes of man pursuing mammon and turning his back on God,” the captain continued in a voice raspy from gin that nevertheless resonated with conviction and experience, as if he’d lived through famine and plague and knew a thing or two about calamity and human weakness. His watery blue eyes, set in the permanent squint of men who make their living on the water, twinkled, letting the younger man know he wasn’t entirely serious. “Behold,” he said, “with a great plague will the Lord smite thy people, and thy children, and thy wives, and all thy goods and a catastrophe that could strike a city. The sword is without, and the pestilence and the famine within!”

“It’s us.” I turned to her, confused. “What do you mean? We’re not infected.” “Not yet,” she replied, her voice colder than I expected. Her gaze met mine, steady and unnerving. “But this plague… it’s not natural. It’s targeted, deliberate. Look at the profiles again. Do you see the common thread?” I shifted my attention back to the monitor, scrolling through the data. Names, ages, abilities—each member of the pack cataloged with precision. At first glance, they were a random assortment of wolves from different ranks, but then it hit me. My stomach churned.

"What? plague? in the Livoli Village?" "A few days ago, a doctor from the city of Kavros sent an emergency letter to the king informing him of the dangerous situation in Livoli Village. The villagers are infected with a dangerous plague called the Moron Plague. More than 200 people have died and about 400 people have been infected!" said Samuel explained. "Re ... really?" "Impossible!" Owen, Joan and Rupert were amazed at Samuel's explanation. How could it be as if Grandma Lori had predicted what would happen in the future.

She didn't care. The young couple settled on the outskirts of the small village and lived in relative peace. A baby was born, a strong boy, and Vina and Sren named him Nio. But their happiness was short-lived. When Nio was five, his mother died of the red plague. The red plague was a peculiar disease that appeared soon after the discovery of magic. It only affected those who had the spark, and was often fatal. There was no cure and all Sren could do was alleviate her pain and watch his beautiful wife wither before his eyes.

“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

"It's not funny you know. It's rather torture, that I know him. I know these supreme deities, these demons. It's so bloody scary." "Even for you?" Mona teased. "Yes Mona. Even for me." A laughter of relieve filled the atmosphere, but only for a short while. "The plague!" Mona called out as if the plague was in the room with us at the moment. "What?" Lily and I chorused. "The plague. The disease, that's what he's planning. He already planned it, and it's working." She rambled on, and for a moment, I saw Nila's eyes in hers.

is my next question. "There is a traitor. And not just in the city. In the royal palace itself. Only a handful of royals and servants know the location of the source of the underground river. So when people in the city began dying of the plague, we sent scouts to the spring. They found carcasses from a herd of dead, diseased cows floating." Anthrax!

It was horrifying. “What is this? What’s going on?” Rhea asked, her stomach churning at the sight. “There’s going to be a plague,” Grace said grimly. “A very deadly one. It’s not natural—it’s caused by dark magic. It’s spreading fast. And in three days, this entire city will fall.” Rhea’s eyes widened. “Why? What did these people do to deserve this? And what can I do about it?” “You must stop it,” Grace said. “You’re the only one who can.”

“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.

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—