Invisible Insects Biting Me Novels & Stories

I pull away immediately, not giving her a chance as I spread the hair over my neck. “It's nothing!” I respond, sounding defensive and I mentally curse. “It’s nothing to be worried about. Something bit me yesterday. An insect. It was itchy and I couldn't stop scratching. I think…that's the reason. It's really nothing.” I let out a nervous smile, the knot in my stomach tightening.

Wilson instinctively tried to dodge, but the countless insects did not give him a chance. The next moment, the insects attached to his body. Some viciously bit him, and some burrowed into his pores. Without exception, they all began to attack frenziedly. “Ahhhhh!” Wilson screamed in pain, his voice shaking the heavens. However, they seemed to be encouraged by this and became even more aggressive. “Ahhhh...” Gradually, Wilson broke out in a cold sweat, convulsing uncontrollably. His voice also became increasingly hoarse.

Beenedict was piercing its back with its 2 sharpened blades after using sharpen and poison sting, sadly he got a couple of hits by the tail of the chameleon and had to get away to prevent any fatal injuries, on the bright side, it didn’t get poisoned by the attacks and managed to get away a bit wobbly. Bone vultures started to fly over the heads of everyone, giant insects like centipedes, ants, beetles, and even a big cockroach started to come out of the ground nearby too, some eyes started to shine from the branches of the blood trees, the carnage was starting to get out of control.

There were ants, worms, a few mosquitoes and above all and most terrifying: cockroaches. I let out a really girlish cry. I hated insects, beings so small, ugly and disgusting that you don't even know why they exist in the world. Except for bees, they have a nice function on the planet, but the rest... - No no no! Get me out of here!” The worst part was that she was sitting on the floor and my legs ached like shit to even get up. they laughed. "Sons of bitches!" Get me out of here! "Don't insult me, girl, or I could leave you there until morning."

Zella was such a foolish brat that she managed to be humiliated by Kenneth. "A bug bit me. It turns out that this spacious Mansion also has dangerous insects, Lory! I was bitten while picking up the clothesline on the rooftop. "Oh my! No wonder it's red and enlarged like that; it seems to be a Forest mosquito. I've heard of it; it's a type of animal that's common in the A****n forest."

Was the unhappy reply. "Talk about bad timing. Maybe we could go room by room? Try and work out what's happened to each person?" I raised a brow at the four men, hoping for some input. "Is there a way to tell if someone's been bitten? You know, without actually seeing the bite?" If there was some special werewolf trick for spotting future wolves then I wanted to learn it. Somehow I didn't think we'd be able start asking people to move their bandages so we could get a good look at their wounds. Security would be escorting out before we could blink.

After a few minutes, a flurry of soft critter noises resonated across the ground. Surprised, Vincent beamed. "They're ticks, and they live off blood. If you're bitten, they'll seep under your skin through the blood capillaries, and the wound will become swollen." A calm and familiar voice echoed from behind him. Vincent spun around, realizing that it was Birdie. Adjusting her black-rimmed glasses, she continued, "It's a very dangerous insect. Though it's no bigger than a grain of rice, it can turn into the size of an egg after sucking blood.

"The damage can be large or small. The insects have survived in their bodies for more than 20 years, almost 30 years. This is the insect that has stayed in their bodies for the longest time in addition to lover insects. Its effect of counteracting will exceed our expectations." "What will it be like?" "Those poisonous insects will nibble at their internal organs and brain. People who poisonous insects will die slowly in severe pain. The death process feels very clear, and they face death when they are extremely awake." Britney Santos's face turned pale. "Is there no other way?" "Not yet." "I see. Thank you." "In fact, you should worry about yourself." "Me?"Britany Santos looked at Summit Wa

Somewhere in the distance, jackals howled, their voices sharp and predatory. The rustle of leaves hinted at unseen creatures slithering or crawling. Frogs croaked in the damp undergrowth, and bats screeched overhead, their wings slicing through the night air. Every sound was a reminder that she was alone, vulnerable, and hunted. But the torment didn’t end there. Her bleeding feet left a trail, and the metallic scent of blood seemed to draw attention. Insects swarmed her wounds, biting relentlessly. Mosquitoes buzzed around her ears, gnats clung to her skin, and beetles scuttled across her path.