Virus King Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

There was only the sound of the crying wind in the air. Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in the Werewolf Kingdom, there was a storm. I dragged my broken body along and fell onto the muddy grass. The wounds all over my body had started to rot and become inflamed. My consciousness was blurred from the high fever. I knew that I could not hold on any longer, but it was just as well. Death would be a release.

The tears she'd forced out hung awkwardly on her lashes. "Clara, get up. Thank your sister for her blessing." Father sighed in relief. "Th-thank you, sister." Clara bounced out happily. "Girls grow up so fast, hard to keep them around." Father joked, but when he turned and saw my cold face, he looked guilty. "Rowena, the only unmated heirs left from the ruling clans are the vampire lord Thorne and the elf prince Eldrin." "I think the elves aren't a bad pick. Their looks and status are way above the vampires."

She couldn't help but poke it, and the feel was also very good. I don't want to be shot in the stomach no matter how it looks. But in her memory, the scene of four bullet holes bleeding outward was too clear, and the bright red blood seemed to be right in front of her. She shook her head and poked again to confirm that it was really intact. Really crazy, is it possible that there is a fifth generation of zombies that carry a virus that causes hallucinations, and this boy in front of me is actually a zombie? She patted her face to make herself more conscious.

He could not, and would not, leave a single flank exposed. Because right now, the King was bleeding. His navy suit was gone, replaced by a dark tactical shirt. His steel-blue eyes were dead, devoid of any humanity, staring at the phone in his hand like a man waiting for his own execution. He was ready to burn the entire city to the ground, to wage a war that would drag every syndicate into the abyss, just to find the woman who had stolen his cold, ruthless heart. Suddenly, the encrypted military tablet held by Cain in the front seat let out a violent, high-pitched ping.

The fire sparked, casting fresh light across the chamber. The King moved to the spring, drinking deeply. Then he turned to face us, his golden eyes gleaming. "Rest tonight. Tomorrow, we begin the journey." I looked at the map in my hands, the weight of its promise settling into my bones. The path forward was clear. And the hunt for the Council's hidden fortress had just begun. END OF CHAPTER 27

"The silence? The humanity? It’s quite pathetic, isn't it? All those years of posturing, of claiming to be a King of Wolves, only to realize that when you strip away the science, you're just a common mammal." Dominic didn't look down. He stood tall, his shoulders back, his human hands clenched into fists. "I never needed the virus to be a King, Vance. You're the one who’s pathetic. You’ve spent your life trying to build a god, and all you’ve ever managed to create is a monster you’re too afraid to look in the eye."

The dark violet and burning gold energy in his left eye flared, a terrifying, unhinged smile forming on his lips. "Clear the courtyard, Jack," the King of Wall Street commanded, stepping off the mech and dropping directly into the sea of monsters. "I want to see the manager." (End of Chapter 163)

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I smiled at the wall, a sharp, dangerous curve of my lips. “You’re not fighting a ghost, Sebastien. You’re fighting a virus that just gained root access to a King.” Outside, the forest groaned as something ancient and terrible woke up