Invisible Insects Biting Me Novels & Stories

However as I accidentally stepped on a tree branch, I heard a whistle as well as a loud voice which yelled out, “Intruder!” As soon as I heard the loud voice, I and the white wolf were surrounded by eight werewolves.

I went deeper, calling her name out loud, my voice going into the trees and coming back to me empty. The insects found me within the first five minutes. Those small vicious ones that moved in clusters near the ground and aimed for anything warm. I felt the first sting on my ankle, then three more in quick succession up on my left calf, each one leaving a heat behind it that spread outward from the point of contact. I pulled my jacket tighter and kept moving.

As soon as the nest burst open upon collision to the head of the beast, thumb-sized flying insects came out of it. They are the small but terrible, violet hornets. There were too many of them, that it looks like an entire colony gets out of the nest. Everyone was present! Are they currently having a family reunion up there??? The flying insects look like a hornet but its color was of deep violet. They hover all over the beast's head. Some even alight to the beast's massive body. From the beast's reaction, it seems that the violet hornets are not just resting on its body. They were stinging him all at the same time.

My legs still hurt, and I had to limp, but I was able to walk on my own. Standing in front of the room door, I felt something strange because I heard small noises in the room. When I opened the door to my room, I was completely silent because the inside of my room was full of small insects like bugs, cockroaches, mice, snakes, centipedes, and so on. They're invading my room. They are everywhere, in the bed, on the cupboard, in the toilet. My eyes turned dark. What I hate most is when other people touch my private room.

Dear dairy, This is our second week in the house, and I’m loving it, I haven’t started attending school yet but who cares….. I don’t, I never liked school anyway. So yesterday night mom was making pasta, my favorite, she told me to go get some cilantro leaves for her in the garden, I went to the garden and saw this well that reminds me of grandma’s old farm, I went closer to it and then a creepy insect bit my hand. It was very hurtful and to be honest, I have never come across such an insect before. My hand was swollen for a minute and the next it was not, I told mom about it but she thinks I’m joking around. "Guys, this was the exact thing that happened to me the first day we came here. My

"What else could this wall be? Or the spiders? What else is dualistic in nature here? What aren't we seeing? Wait, why aren't they biting me?" "Because they're not spiders," Jinx said with a sigh. He brought one of the little red things up close to his eye. "They have six legs. They're grave beetles. They spin webs but don't bite. Unless you're dead. Which we're not. Yet." The bugs were said to be messengers of the gods. The old, old gods. The old as fuck, no one has worshiped them in generations gods. Jinx picked up his cards.

Her hand lifted and clumsily brushed against my face, like she was seeing double. I felt my stomach drop. “Aria, focus,” I said sharply. “What—” And that was when I noticed it. The bite mark on her neck. Small, but angry-looking, the faint edges of it swollen. I cursed under my breath as the realization hit me. “Damn it,” I muttered, glancing quickly around us. The insect was gone, but I knew what had happened: she’d been bitten by a bug commonly known as Lovesting. Their venom was potent, filled with aphrodisiacs meant to subdue their victims until the swarm came back to feed.

“You are right in saying that there is a trap. But I am not settling down without giving them troubles now and then.” The monkey then first asked the small ants in the area to go and harm the people at night. The ants went and because of their small size were detected late. They were powerful enough to tear a little piece of meat each time. One ant bit Yushin and he awoke with a scream. He saw multiple ants on his clothes and all around him, in dozens. He hurriedly tried to get them off and one bit him on the hand in process. He screamed again.

Who knew what they would do if they discovered I was still alive, no longer imprisoned in that cottage? But I was no longer scared. After I met Clement, I mastered my abilities enough to not fear anyone else. After one afternoon of threading my way through the woods, I discovered a deadly insect bite on my collarbone. It itched and burned and I recognized the bite in one of my pharmacy pamphlets; the insect bit me with a poison called Klizal. It killed its host within a mere hour as their intestines bloated then ultimately imploded inside them. My collar bone was swiftly turning purple, melting beneath my skin to my insides.

Oh God! The foliage was infested. True insects scattered with tiny legs and feet, crawling, eating, and nesting...on me...in me. I feared speaking, afraid they'd enter my mouth. My nose was vulnerable as I blew from my nostrils. Like a bull, I tried to keep them away. My ears and hair crawled with hundreds of thousands of bugs. I spit my request, "Help! Please, make it stop. Not my face, don't let them on my face."