Invisible Insects Biting Me Novels & Stories

"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. "I know what it says."

The couple stared wide-eyed, unable to comprehend the unbelievable turn of events. It wasn't until Felix approached them with the bowl and pointed to its contents that they understood. "This bug is the reason for your son's condition." Felix showed them the bowl. They looked down to see a white, worm-like creature in the bowl, resembling a dead earthworm, completely still. "This creature is extremely rare. It's called a Snowbug. I won't go into the details, but when it encounters a human, it will actively burrow into their body without leaving any wounds.

The forest came alive in the darkness—sharp chirps, distant howls, and the incessant buzzing of insects that found her a prime target. Mosquitoes and other bugs bit her exposed skin, leaving angry welts that added to her torment. Sleep was a distant thought; every time her eyelids grew heavy, a new sensation of discomfort—whether from the biting cold, the stinging insects, or the ache in her body—jolted her back to consciousness. By the time dawn broke, Evelyn was barely conscious. Her lips were dry and cracked, her skin pale and covered in a sheen of sweat and dirt. Her body was stiff, her breathing labored. Every inhale felt like sandpaper against her throat.

“What happened to your neck? Michael asked. I touched the part and I remembered how Sebastian almost swallowed me. The mark was still red and swollen, and it would take a few more days before it faded. I intended to use makeup to cover it but forgot while rushing for work. There was no way I would tell him about it, especially when I knew he was related to Sebastian. I don't want more drama. “An insect bit me,” I said. “An insect? He repeated as he looked at me suspiciously. “Yes. A bug crawled on me while I was sleeping, and before I could hit it, it had already bitten me”. “Show me,” he said, leaning closer to take a look. “What.? “Yes, I don't believe you,” he said, looking at me and wait

“Alex, what happened to your neck? It’s all red and purple. Did you get bitten by something?” I slapped my hand over the side of my neck so fast I nearly smacked myself in the face. Heat rushed up my cheeks. “Mosquito. Huge one. Must’ve flown in when the window was open. They’re vicious this time of year.” “In the house though?” She kept staring. “It looks like two marks. Like teeth or something.”

After such, a swarm of insects enveloped my body and I screamed for my life as I got dizzier in the darkness; I felt like I was going to be eaten alive. I was still enveloped by the bugs & screaming when I heard the sound of something crunching. My soul was beginning to shatter; were the bugs actually eating me? I yelled so loud that it hurt my voice box. "Get off me!" I screamed while trying my best to get the bugs off me. I shrieked, "Get off me! Get off! Get off! Get off, get off, get off!" I was abruptly enveloped in warmth which replaced the gnawing feeling, buzzes and crunches; it was still dark, but my vision began to clear up and I finally got a glimpse of my skin. There were no inse

They'd abandoned everyone else and every inch of Annabel’s body was covered with what appeared to be tiny flakes of moving snow. La Manta Blanca. Tiny midges. Some said tiny mosquitoes. Emma had never researched them, but she'd certainly felt their bites. They blazed like fire and afterward, the itch drove one crazy. Once scratched and open, the little bites became an invitation for infection. She dragged a blanket off the flat board seat and threw it over to Annabel, trying to smash the little bugs as she did so. "Get it off of her," Gary called. "You won't get them all that way."

Her smile was bright and charming. As she smiled, her face slowly opened like a petal, revealing the pink meat inside, and the trembling flesh and dense teeth. It should be the position of the throat. At this moment, it squirmed a few times, and suddenly, it spat out a rain of insects! Centipedes, spiders, scorpions, moths, etc. Every single one of them was several times larger than the ones he'd seen in the mundane world, and they were bright and shiny. He could tell at a glance that they were full of human flesh, human blood, and highly toxic.

“You’re not afraid of a praying mantis? They kind of resemble crickets.” “They do, but they’re fragile enough that I can control the ickiness factor. Their legs are so delicate. I make a point of studying insects, especially anything that looks remotely similar to a cricket, to overcome my fear. Familiarity negates fear—besides, I’ve faced real fear and violence—an insect could never hurt me that badly.”

I said as I blurted out the only thing that came to my mind. Charlie’s fingers hovered just above the mark on my neck, his eyebrows shooting up in mock disbelief. "Insects, huh?" he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "What kind of giant, vampiric insect leaves a mark that big?" He leaned in, squinting as if examining a rare specimen. "Is it new? Did it bite you last night?" I coughed, shifting uncomfortably as I tried to play it off. "Yeah, uh... big mosquito. You know how it is." I rubbed the back of my neck, avoiding his gaze. "They’re aggressive this time of year."