Izumi Parasyte Novels & Stories

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

I'm stumbling as I come up on the doorway. All eyes stare at me like I'm the lunch banquet when I run through the door. There might be hundreds of eyes on me, but the purple pair picking away at my skin lead to a deadly pixie face. These eyes send a chill down my spine: violet, razor-sharp, peeling away my defenses to reveal every weakness beneath.

Lightning zigzagged across the sky and then Sandu directed a sizzling whip straight at the parasites. Damonq caught an odd faint scent, something he’d smelled before. There was a hint of conspiracy about it. He leaned toward the crack, moving to one side to get the breeze on his face. The whip of lightning crashed through the crack. Instead of the precise hit on the parasites, it swung in a wide arc, seeking Damonq.

“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

“Controlled. Obedient. Perfectly ordered… according to them.” Izzy shook her head, muttering under her breath, “Psychopaths with a god complex.” She turned back to her console. Lines of data flickered in green, red, and white. Then she froze. “Wait. Wait.” “What is it?” Aris asked. “There’s noise inside the blackouts,” Izzy whispered. Her fingers danced across the keys. “Not random. A pattern. A signature.” Aris stepped closer, squinting at the code. “Where’s it coming from?”

Chad was amused by Benjamin's words. "A curse that requires the chimera pill to be lifted? Why don't I don't know about it?" As a Parasite Emperor, the supreme existence among all curses, was there a curse he had not heard of? Chad grabbed Benjamin's wrist and began to feel his pulse. Chad had not noticed anything abnormal about Benjamin's body. However, after checking his pulse, Chad's expression changed. Benjamin was indeed cursed, a type Chad had never encountered before. The most shocking part was that Chad could not suppress Benjamin's curse, even though he was a Parasite Emperor.

He shut his eyes, not wishing to see the monster I was. "Look at me!" I growled, morphing back to human. He needed to trust me first. When he opened his eyes I put him down, maintained social distance and wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand, flashed a warm friendly smile, "am a newly turned vampire, I don't want to kill anyone, so I choose to drink blood without harming innocent people like you doctor. So, here is what we are going to do!" I moved toward him in a blink of an eye. Compulsion was the best way out, "you are going to get me twenty bags of blood in the trash can outside the exit. Forget I was here!" He shut his eyes for a minute, and when he opened them, I had

)) [[ yes I understand ]] we open the bottles then her eyes, her eyes have very red and black veins in them (( 1, 2, 3 )) *drip* (( okay, now quickly hold her up and open her mouth for me )) and he does, I tilt her head back and throw the rest of my bottle down her throat (( okay sit her up so it’d go down, I promise it will not harm your child )) we hold her up and a soft blue glow emits from her skin. (( Okay lay her back down on her side and let’s wait )) [[ for what? ]] (( the Slime Parasite to make it’s way out of her eyes, head and heart, her organs are what froze so that way she’d appear normal on the outside while her inside is basically frozen )) we stood and watched her for a bit a

Suddenly, I could smell the stone, and my hair, and the perfume of Rosette’s cigarette. I wrapped my arms tight around me and lay on my side, milk still dribbling from my swollen lips. I felt exhausted. I breathed and breathed until my body became still. Slowly, the pain eased into a gentle soreness, and the heat faded enough that I noticed how cold my skin felt against the stone floor. “It’s finished, dear. You’re a succubus, now. You’re lilitu.” Between the rivers of my hair, I saw Rosette’s hand reaching out to me. I grasped it, and in the process saw my own hand. How thin the fingers had become . . .

It’s a bright morning and Blue is on a hide out with Yushiro. She is supposed to be with Mizuko practicing but then she was called in for a very important mission in Pinress: to find out where these deformed demons came from. These shuffled beast keeps crossing their borders and they are getting harder to contain. They suspect that Yami could be experimenting and the deformed ones are being sent over to Hikari. “If only we could cross over,” Yushiro muttered.