Chung Sook Parasite Novels & Stories

"Would follow you here. To us. Dr. Chen, when did you first notice parasites in IQRD research?" "Three weeks ago. I found anomalies in quantum readings. Signatures that shouldn't exist. I started investigating and—" She stopped. Horror dawning. "And they let me go. IQRD let me leave. Let me bring my files. Let me come to you." "Because you were vector," Subject Seven said. "You were delivery system." "But I'm not infected," Dr. Chen protested. "You just said—" "You're not infected," I agreed. "But you drew them here. The parasites followed your marker. Found the biggest concentration of enhanced individuals in the region. And now—"

“The coroner called to inform me of my father’s autopsy results, and in a few days, he would be ready for me to have him released. Mitsuhide and I were discussing all the possible scenarios of what to do with him. When he asked me what did the sect do with their dead. That posed a problem because I couldn’t remember what they did. I couldn’t remember any one person dying. People would disappear, but no one spoke of them leaving the compound. I then remembered something that I could remember after one of the people disappeared, so to speak, the adults had a feast, the smell is what I remember the most. Children in the sect were fed a gruel type of thing, so the smell of cooking meat caught th

“No, We’re more physical than that. Obviously.” He removes his hand. “I don’t understand.” “In real life, we’re no bigger than a few clothing threads. We’ve woven ourselves into your spinal cord, parts of your brainstem, and some of your organs.” “Like a parasite?” He steps back. “Ew, that’s gross.” “The term ‘parasite’ is a little pejorative, but we’ll live with it. For now.” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult.” Trent chuckles, shaking his head. “Then again, this is a dream. Not real anyway, right?”

"But hallucinations require an antidote to reverse. After the murder, the woman chased neighbors and calmed down by the time the police arrived. So it's not 'Inferno.'" "The second is 'Mind Parasite,' an ancient parasite known as 'Control Worm.' It enters the brain and allows another person to control the host's actions, with the host retaining full memory of the events."

"How's that. " "All zombies have a thing in common, parasites." "What exact kind of parasite? " "Good question. "He replied, placing both hands on the table "a parasite might be a fungus, a worm or some other tiny creature.we might call this one ghost. " "what it feeds on, we actually don't know. Those cows don't want grass anymore. Don't know if its blood? " Charles and flavio grinned. Dr montoya did not."I was trying to counsel a zombie. Someone who's mind wasn't exactly theirs? "

We already searched for answers. She stood up slow, legs still jelly. Turned off the tap. Grabbed a towel, wrapped it loose. Back in the living room she flopped on the couch, dripping everywhere. Laptop was open—screen black. She tapped it awake. Browser already up. Search bar: cervical parasites deep sea symbiote human glowing after orgasm Bonnie stared. “You really did that. While I was blacked out.” We are curious too. She scrolled. Forum threads. Weird biology blogs. People talking about parasites that bond for pleasure. Reward chemicals. Evolution through constant bliss.

The Dragon he was with didn’t understand him nor did he understand Qykerth. Prince Queseon sighed and rested his head down as he continued reading about the Sun Dragon Clan, ‘Maybe I should show this to him, will he be happy?’ he wondered. When he was done reading, he opened the book on parasites and flipped through it. Just as he was losing hope he found what he was looking for, ‘The Mother Worm’ this worm was a parasite with the ability to bare any creatures off spring.

"I am a doctor, and if Pyra is coming down with an illness, I would know." "Illness? Who said anything about illnesses?! "You said a parasite, ma'am… it means she's sick." I knelt there, watching them go back and forth because part of me was in awe, and the other was confused about what was happening. First of all, I got my period, came here, and puked all over because of the smell emanating from the incense. Then, now, I have parasites? Could this day go any worse?

The tiny creature wiggles its body repeatedly in the space of my thighs, scurrying around as it looks for another host to feed on and poison. But before it can search any further, Greed materializes beside me and picks the parasite up. He pinches it with his index finger and thumb, grimacing when his fingers grazes the vomit that had exited my Queen’s mouth. As he picks it up, the green parasite squirms, letting out a loud, shriek. I watch with my eyebrows furrowed as Greed lifts the slug into the air, showing the rest of the Grand Alkhemi.