Viral Hit Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

When she shook her head and looked a way, I said, “I have something to prevent pregnancy, then.” She sighed and gave me a weak smile. “The advantages of being besties with a doctor, I guess. How do you feel?” She looked into my eyes for signs of anything. “Nothing, so far,” I replied. “Hopefully, Angela was right and he didn’t leave much venom in me. I don’t know how long it’s supposed to take before a vampire virus takes possession of a person to know for sure. Angela said that it was more like when Peter gave me that small dose of venom as an inoculation against zombism. I’m just grateful that creep didn’t deposit his semen in me on top of it all. I’m not ready to die.”

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Dante’s obsidian arm let out a low, mourning chime as the flagship hit the first wave of the ocean, and the silver brain began to glow with a welcoming, terrifying light. (Watch out for Chapter 239) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Please Send Gifts

Because grief was a weight, and tonight I needed speed. Silas wanted to hunt me. The Council wanted to harvest me. Fine. Let them come. I tightened my grip on the laptop and leaned into the storm. Because this time, I wasn’t running to survive. I was running to strike. And somewhere out there, in the void where Silas smiled, he had no idea what was coming. You can’t harvest a virus. You only become the host. And I was about to infect the entire system.

He glanced at June and winked. When the Gardener touched the jar, Marcus didn’t let go. He smashed it against the Gardener’s chest. It wasn’t a machine inside. It was the last of the black virus—the evil code from June’s grandmother. “If you want our fire,” Marcus roared, “then take our ghosts too!” Black ink exploded, covering the Gardener. The giant made a sound like shattering glass. His white armor turned black. The bone-ship above shook as the virus shot up the beam and infected the ship.

The virus whispered through the vents—a faint, acrid mist that made my skin crawl, nanos already burrowing into lungs, rewriting DNA one cell at a time. Chen’s smile was a blade, her eyes gleaming with triumph as the override progress bar hit 99%. “The hub’s core is rerouting. All data—trillions, agents, poisons—flows to my servers now. The virus? Mine to command. I’ll mutate it further: target world leaders, spark controlled outbreaks, sell antidotes to the highest bidder. Empires fall, new ones rise under Volkov-American rule.”

Chapter 3️⃣6️⃣ ❤️ Don't Estimate ❤️ Lia hit a wall and was falling to the ground but cold arms held onto her waist and stopped her from falling. She then realized it wasn't a wall she had hit but Vlad and her heart beat increased rapidly as she tried to stop her heart from beating rapidly. She stared at the handsome Vampire who was also staring at her. Could the Vampire ever believe that he is her crush? His arms around her are one of her dreams come true and she has a lot of dreams about them together, a hell lot that involves sinful thoughts.

That's where I inhaled and it's like the first time I breathe again. What the fuck is that? End of Chapter - QJG

he asked again, trying to lighten up the mood. Brittany took a deep breath before speaking, her tone somber and filled with uncertainty. She looked at Liam. "Liam, it's... it's impossible," she began, her words heavy with the weight of her realization. "The virus is incredibly lethal. There's no way you could have avoided becoming a mindless creature without the cure."

In the quiet of the evening, she settled down in an armchair, sitting under a rug and having prepared a cup of fragrant tea, she slowly opened it, anticipating the moment of reading, and plunged into the text, whispering part of the text: - What? An attack on a diplomatic mission? Taken prisoner? So, he was wounded, unconscious, delirious and taken to the hospital of another clan. Well, since he writes, he is on the mend, what's next? They lost their own, could not make themselves felt, as they were seriously injured and were looked after by werewolves who did not know him. For a long time he was half-delirious, often hearing a voice that calls him and asks him to wake up. Hmm, strange, why