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Plague House: The Nazi Formula's Curse
In quiet Traunstein, four teenagers break into an abandoned 17th-century plague house for a night of sex and rebellion. They uncover six sealed oak barrels—Nazi-branded, filled with a dark amber serum hidden since 1945.
One taste, and the curse a weapon of uncontrollable lust that transforms desire into body horror. Swollen, leaking flesh. Pulsing black veins. Insatiable hunger that overrides reason, pain, and death.
What starts as taboo pleasure explodes into nightmare. Women turn feral, men are fucked to exhaustion and heart-stopping collapse. The town descends into a writhing, moaning orgy of destruction.
Only two elderly survivors of the original experiments know the truth—and race to create an antidote before the hunger consumes everything.
A raw, unflinching erotic horror blending Nazi occult dread with relentless taboo and visceral body horror.
Some curses don’t die.
They wait.
Extreme graphic sexual content, violence, and psychological horror. Not for the faint-hearted.
One taste, and the curse a weapon of uncontrollable lust that transforms desire into body horror. Swollen, leaking flesh. Pulsing black veins. Insatiable hunger that overrides reason, pain, and death.
What starts as taboo pleasure explodes into nightmare. Women turn feral, men are fucked to exhaustion and heart-stopping collapse. The town descends into a writhing, moaning orgy of destruction.
Only two elderly survivors of the original experiments know the truth—and race to create an antidote before the hunger consumes everything.
A raw, unflinching erotic horror blending Nazi occult dread with relentless taboo and visceral body horror.
Some curses don’t die.
They wait.
Extreme graphic sexual content, violence, and psychological horror. Not for the faint-hearted.
- GenresHorror
84 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 17, 2026
About the author
Jack D. Ace
10 books52 followersHey there, fellow travelers of the dark… I’m Jack. Jack D. Ace.
Welcome to the stretch of road I’ve been driving down for years — the one that never quite ends, even when the headlights flicker and the radio goes static.I live in New York, the kind of city that never sleeps and sometimes never lets you forget the things that hide in plain sight. By day I’m elbow-deep in code and servers in a glass tower in Manhattan, fixing what’s broken and writing lines that keep everything running. By night… well, that’s when the real work begins.I’ve spent decades chasing the kind of stories that make your skin crawl because they feel possible. Real terrors — Ed Gein’s quiet house, objects that carry bad luck like a stain you can’t scrub off, the kind of true-crime details that stick in your head at 3 a.m. — those are the things that fuel my fiction. My debut novel Ghoul Car: The Road Never Ends came out of all those late-night talks with my friend Peter Stadlera (yeah, that Peter Stadlera — the Goodreads horror legend who’s probably influenced me more than I’ll ever admit out loud), endless research, and the stubborn belief that some curses don’t fade… they just wait.I write the stuff that’s unflinching, visceral, the kind you feel in your gut long after you close the book. And I do it because I know there are readers out there who crave exactly that — who want to stare into the shadows and not look away.So if you’re here, if you’ve picked up Ghoul Car or you’re just curious about the guy behind the wheel… thank you. Seriously. Thank you for stepping into this ride with me.I hope we’ve got a long, twisted road ahead together. Plenty of dark turns, dead ends that aren’t really dead ends, and stories that’ll keep you up wondering what’s waiting just past the next mile marker.Buckle up. The engine’s already running.— Jack D. Ace
New York, somewhere between the skyscrapers and the nightmares
Welcome to the stretch of road I’ve been driving down for years — the one that never quite ends, even when the headlights flicker and the radio goes static.I live in New York, the kind of city that never sleeps and sometimes never lets you forget the things that hide in plain sight. By day I’m elbow-deep in code and servers in a glass tower in Manhattan, fixing what’s broken and writing lines that keep everything running. By night… well, that’s when the real work begins.I’ve spent decades chasing the kind of stories that make your skin crawl because they feel possible. Real terrors — Ed Gein’s quiet house, objects that carry bad luck like a stain you can’t scrub off, the kind of true-crime details that stick in your head at 3 a.m. — those are the things that fuel my fiction. My debut novel Ghoul Car: The Road Never Ends came out of all those late-night talks with my friend Peter Stadlera (yeah, that Peter Stadlera — the Goodreads horror legend who’s probably influenced me more than I’ll ever admit out loud), endless research, and the stubborn belief that some curses don’t fade… they just wait.I write the stuff that’s unflinching, visceral, the kind you feel in your gut long after you close the book. And I do it because I know there are readers out there who crave exactly that — who want to stare into the shadows and not look away.So if you’re here, if you’ve picked up Ghoul Car or you’re just curious about the guy behind the wheel… thank you. Seriously. Thank you for stepping into this ride with me.I hope we’ve got a long, twisted road ahead together. Plenty of dark turns, dead ends that aren’t really dead ends, and stories that’ll keep you up wondering what’s waiting just past the next mile marker.Buckle up. The engine’s already running.— Jack D. Ace
New York, somewhere between the skyscrapers and the nightmares
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January 20, 2026
Jack did it again. This time he comes up with an extremely compelling story about a Nazi serum hidden in a former plague house. Teenagers come across it while partying at the shunned place. It is hidden in wooden barrels and liquid so the youth think it's alcohol. Soon, the transformation begins, women turn feral and the population of the small upper Bavarian town is in danger. What is behind that mysterious serum? Is there a remedy to stop that new kind of plague? Jack draws all chords and comes up with an eerie tale full of historic references and scheming. What a page turner. From start to finish to bonus add-on (!). That's extreme horror at its very best I can highly recommend!
February 10, 2026
The Nazi's created many horrors, some of which, have people who don't believe they did. I believe that they were capable of creating plagues, though they were the biggest plague at the time.
*Warning* This novella contains extreme, graphic sex and rape. If you are triggered by such things, this is not the book for you.
The teens, 2 girls and 2 guys, high and wanting to party, headed to a falling down, very old building, called the plague house, just outside of a small town in Germany. Down in the basement, they became wild, clothes being torn off and orders given.
Back in a darkened corner of the basement sits barrels with the naxi markings, the lid becoming loose after 80 years. A dark, thick amber liquid slightly swirling. The teens are entranced by this and decide to taste.
What happens next is for you to find out. Plus who did the work 80 years ago to start the whole thing.
*Warning* This novella contains extreme, graphic sex and rape. If you are triggered by such things, this is not the book for you.
The teens, 2 girls and 2 guys, high and wanting to party, headed to a falling down, very old building, called the plague house, just outside of a small town in Germany. Down in the basement, they became wild, clothes being torn off and orders given.
Back in a darkened corner of the basement sits barrels with the naxi markings, the lid becoming loose after 80 years. A dark, thick amber liquid slightly swirling. The teens are entranced by this and decide to taste.
What happens next is for you to find out. Plus who did the work 80 years ago to start the whole thing.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
April 5, 2026
The only horrifying thing about this was how fucking repetitive it was. Yawn.
January 18, 2026
As the creator of Plague House, I poured my fascination with Nazi occult horrors into a tale where a cursed formula turns sex into a deadly weapon, awakening feral women who dominate with leaking, throbbing bodies and unquenchable lust. The mysteries—runes, blood rituals, hidden barrels—draw from real wartime shadows, blending taboo erotica with visceral dread. Readers must dive in to experience the raw intensity of women gone wild, riding victims to death in graphic detail. The denouement's fiery redemption ties it all, proving evil waits but can be fought—making this a haunting, unforgettable ride. I really do hope you liked it as much as I liked writing it! All the best Jack
April 7, 2026
I want to apologize in advance for the length of this review, ok first off we can all agree that the nazis were evil fucktards who would definitely have tried this scheme. Second I found out that German girls have no imagination when it comes to using men lol. I took away a star because it felt repetitive and maybe needed less chapters, unless that is what Mr ace was trying to do. Otherwise this is a very good filthy read and if you enjoy incest taboo I recommend you get it soon because I believe the moral nazis will get it banned from Amazon as soon as they find it again I apologize to all of my friends for going on ad nauseam
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