Do Ants Have Feelings Novelas e Histórias

He was enormous, and I was satisfied! He moved his body rhythmically to and fro, and I could not help making no sound. Oh no, I was going to scream. But my physical sense told me that I could not disobey Alpha. It was very tangle and uncomfortable. It felt as if countless ants were crawling all over me. What shall I do, the devil-willed wolf? I clenched my molars, my desires swelled in me, and I suffered. I felt hot and itchy all over. Every inch of my skin was being eaten by ants. I cannot bear it any longer!

I clung to the door and placed my hand on my stomach as though I was the one going through the torture. “Who sent you!?”Antonio asked again but the Asian didn’t respond but rather continued screaming and crying like a toddler. “Please make it stop!!! Please!!!” The rats were not seen anymore. They were now in his stomach and hissing still. They were eating his intestines I thought. I cringed at the thought of it. I felt like puking but I held it. Antonio caressed his hair with a dark smile. This continued for a few more minutes until the Asian stopped crying or begging. He was dead!

Crystal asked this time after a moment of silence as she gazed over to the sea creatures once again. It was Antony’s turn to gave over at her in question. “Humans are smarter than animals, and we are much more liberated than any being.” He replied. He was correct, so to say. But Crystal thought of another factor. Disregarding a living entity’s capabilities and level of intelligence, there is something else that shows how being human is much better than an animal. Not only in terms of mental and physical attributes but also emotional standards. “No, Jellyfishes doesn’t understand feelings… they don’t understand loving and being loved.” Crystal spoke, finally tearing her eyes away from the sea

At the moment, Ethan Brooks can see every little movement of these ants in his eyes, and he even sees an ant not standing properly and getting kicked by another ant next to it. For a moment, they are alive in Ethan Brooks' eyes, no longer the humble beings that can be crushed at will, they have rich emotions, flexible limbs, and even souls! He doesn't know if it was a mental suggestion or not, but he did feel some sort of spiritual connection with these ants. Though he doesn't know exactly what caused it. But Ethan Brooks is already getting excited. "If you understand me, set a gourd on the ground."

They were running out of time. “What do we do? There's no end to this! Should we climb a tree?” Serena asked, panicking, as she couldn't see a way in sight. “Ants can climb. That's a giant made of ants. It won't hesitate to climb, and also I don't think these trees are any taller than it is!”

"They don't eat flesh. They consume minerals. They aren't just living in you. They are using your calcium as raw material to build a hive that mimics the human form. The pain you feel? That isn't the 'ants' biting you. It’s the excavation. They are widening the galleries to accommodate the next stage of the colony." A sudden, sharp sting flared in my left wrist. I looked down, and my blood ran cold. Beneath the skin, near the pulse point, a small, hard lump was moving. It wasn't a muscle twitch or a pulsing vein. It was a deliberate, scurrying motion. The skin puffed up as something sharp poked at the underside of my dermis. "Get them out," I choked out, clutching my arm. "Surgery. Radiation

My mind raced with the terrifying possibilities of their venomous stings, knowing the excruciating pain they would inflict upon their victims. As the ants poured forth from their ruined home, a primal fear gripped me. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as they hurried towards us with relentless determination. At that moment, I realized the true extent of Edward's wrath. He had unleashed a force of nature upon these men, a punishment far more cruel and unforgiving than death itself. The ants began to run out from their hills angrily. I have never seen such giant ants before. They were bigger than giant beetles, and I imagined what sort of pain they would cause The rest

"Well, at least I like antelope." "Have you ever even met one?" I rolled my eyes and lay against his chest. My hand found his, he squeezed. "Don't be ridiculous, you don't meet antelope, you discover them in the wild, and I can attest to them being completely friendly. Clearly, it's the ants you need to worry about. And the local girls with glasses who somehow know how to pack a punch in tiny little bodies." "Sorry." I cringed, ducking my head into his chest further. "But look? I'm lying down with you and the ants."

"But bugs are really interesting, don't you think? They have existed longer than humans and there are billions of different species. Even here, right now, I bet I could find like... a lot of them." "Try," Anton easily suggested. So Shay crouched down and started looking. "We can eat them together." "I don't think I want to eat them now, that was just a... weird kid thing," Shay chuckled, but found one right away. A translucent worm. She picked it up and observed it for a moment, before showing it to Anton. "I had a weird kid once," Anton mumbled as he picked up the worm. "Good job. Are you going to look for more?"

I frowned even harder as I scratched the mark lightly, hoping the irritating sensation would disappear, but it didn't. The tiny bites continued one after another, making the strange feeling even harder to ignore. I checked the other door connected to the bedroom—the restroom—but it was empty. He wasn't there. The crawling and biting sensation intensified. It now felt like hundreds of tiny soldier ants were moving around the mark, biting little by little. I scratched it. What was happening? A mate mark wasn't supposed to feel like this. Several of my friends had found their mates over the years... None of them had ever mentioned experiencing anything like this on the first night they received