Virus King Chapter 3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chloe groans half-heartedly. “What got into you?” Faith asked Victoria as they went for the drinks by the long table and Victoria raised her hand to call the server. “There was just one deal I had with Dad for coming to this island,” Victoria leaned to the table, making Faith and Chloe lean closer to listen carefully. “Stay away from the Kingstons,” Victoria said and then went silent as the server came, she gave the order. That stops Faith in the mid-way into sipping her martini. “Why?” Chloe almost whined, almost.

Mark fired on him, turning him into a burst of blue flame. “Traitor!” They sneered. “We’ll kill you here!” One of them ran at me. The other ran toward Mark, and the third was trying to get Trinity off the vampire she was currently devouring. I dodged the one that lunged after me and rushed toward Trinity. I snatched the other out of the air and slammed him into the ground, recognizing him as a member of the royal family. I caved in his chest with a vicious sneer, glad to be rid of him and hoping to be rid of the rest of the royal family by the end of the night.

"We have sixty Deltas and a handful of wounded Frost-Guard. The South has retreated to their borders, and the Syndicate is waiting to see who wins so they can scavenge the remains." "We don't need an army," I said, looking at Leo and Ace, who were helping Mina distribute rations. "We need a virus." "A virus?" Marcus asked. "Killian is still in there," I said, my voice cracking for a split second before I hardened it. "The Bone King is using his body because Killian's 'Regret' was a void in his soul—a perfect vacuum for the King to fill. If we can flood that vacuum with a high-frequency emotional resonance... we can kick the King out."

I couldn’t leave the king waiting, no matter how much my heart wanted to. “Ah, Blake! So nice to see you,” King Lazarus said as I walked into the room, and I immediately bent a knee, and bowed to him, and put my hand over my heart. “Your majesty, thank you for seeing me on such short notice,” I said. “Stand up my boy,” the king said. “I have heard through your right hand that this variant of flu is quite the bother.” I stood up and gave him a nod. “Tragically, we’ve lost a rather large group of our elders. Some of the disabled and chronically ill have also passed, as well as a few children. This isn’t like the normal flu we usually see around fall.”

Julian took his place at Caius’s right hand, looking bored and dangerous, while I stood on the King's left. I didn't hide or shrink into my clothes. I let the power that same surging, rhythmic energy I’d pulled from the woods radiate off me. I was the Vessel, the anomaly, and for the first time, I didn't care who saw it.

“Yes. We have the key. I need a favor. To find the dagger, only a witch can locate it using a key.” “I’ll be there.” The call hung up. The portal appeared. Zarah and Sebastien walked into my office. “Good to see you again, Knight, Nirvana. How’s everyone?” Sebastien always knew how to make an entrance. “Exhausted, but I think we made some progress in finding the dagger, Alpha King.” “Good to know because I just lost contact with a friend of mine in Vietnam. The virus is spreading fast there.” “Sorry to interrupt, Alpha King. I thought the black virus could only affect a werewolf.”

And then I will take your holy friend and show the world that vampires, and not pathetic humans, are the real rulers of this land. Valya exhaled hoarsely. She was waiting for the moment when her brother would bite her neck and take the first sip. That's when she'll have her chance. Vragenn leisurely enjoyed his sister's scent. He pressed his lips to the thin skin, feeling his victim's trembling. In this world, the strongest survived. Alas, his sister chose a different path. Carefully, almost tenderly, he bit through the skin. This is what Valya was waiting for. Pain and despair merged with the remnants of vital energy. She didn't even notice that she was screaming, but the scream of pain was

The smell of singed wood and plaster permeated the air as my subjects stood in silence; too shocked to utter a sound. “When I was here last, I was but a naïve girl wondering myself the same thing this small group before me wonders. I was raised in a remote part of the world with minimal contact to anyone outside my immediate family; which consisted of myself and my grandparents. When Geordie Brennus, King of Verso, posed as a wanderer to trick me into returning to my mutant-vampire mother so that she could barter me in marriage to Prince Vogel in exchange for an alliance, I followed him like an innocent lamb to the slaughter house.” When the crowd went abuzz over my words, I waited a momen

Ryan declares as he thrusts hard into me, causing me to moan. I can’t believe how much he has me moaning like his damn whore. I guess at this rate, I am his personal whore because I’m certainly not his girlfriend. Ryan is the zombie king of the northeast. I’m not his queen, but kings are known for having mistresses. I have to wonder if Ryan has zombie queen, and if so, what does that make me? I hate that I’m thinking about this while Ryan and I are having sex, but I can’t help it.

She wanted to harvest the Mother’s heart while the King was too distracted by the False Aria’s song to notice. Kael tried to scream through the intercom. The 14-B virus caught the sound and turned it into a high-frequency whine that only made the Unlearned claw at their ears. The virus wanted the King to submit. It wanted the Mother to finalize. Kael stopped fighting the loop. He turned his back on the platform, on the girl in the white dress, and on the crowd. He looked at the root directory of his own soul—the folder labeled 'Anchors.'