Miraculous Bugs Novels & Stories

a female reporter stutters. I ignore her. As I strut toward the entrance of the building, followed by my enforcers, everyone who sees me coming flees, people shut their car doors, and cars zoom off. “Holy shit! Drive, drive,” a man screams. In the building, people freeze, and some face the wall as if they'll disappear into it. It's no ordinary fear. The goddess laid this curse on me that night 684 years ago. I'm doomed to suffer eternally, hated, feared, and avoided by all living things—to be lonely.

At that time, it weird-ded them out until the female explained the existence of bugs and insects to them. Once they saw Sol Ming seeing the insect called 'Leg-Leg' in which is a very large centipede, the embarrassed Sol Ming was in tears for hours. There is nothing they've never seen before, and Sol Ming's reaction baffled them. "I'll check it Meng Meng, you can rest for a while." Small Qi volunteered.

"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 dragon might not attack them, but the same cannot be said for the other monsters in the area. As if on cue, a creature appeared on their sight. It was a giant bug. Its size was easily bigger than a human’s head, and two of its feet dangled in mid-air as it perched on a tree. It was comparable to an adult Bald eagle, but it was ugly, and looked poisonous from its yellow and black color. It was staying very still which made the boys assumed it had not notice them yet, fortunately. “Is that the Barb bug?” Jai asked.

"The bug struggled and twisted around to make an escape, but Bettany quickly threw it into a plate next to her. There was some liquid in the plate. After the bug was thrown inside, whirls of white smoke rose into the air. Then the blue worm melted before their eyes." Marcelo's mouth was gaping in shock upon seeing this. Good lord! Did this really exist? He felt like his senses and knowledge had been renewed. Bettany and Nathaniel were too busy to care about what Marcelo was thinking. Bettany threw a pill into Weston's mouth swiftly and it melted in no time. "She continued, ""Well, our current problem is that there were more than one insect eggs back then. Some grew at the same time, but some

She squeezed her eyes shut, giving a final command before it lunged, piercing her chest with a sharp, searing thrust. Miracle gripped her fists, holding onto her fading consciousness as the sword coursed through her body. The bug fed on her energy, its tail thrashing violently, tearing through her blood vessels and draining her strength without mercy. Everything within was a mess. A spurt of red oozed out from her mouth. She needed to get the parasite out of her as soon as possible, or it would consume her completely. Scowling, Miracle poured every last ounce of power into the sword's surge, her voice a harsh whisper. "Now!" She sprang her arms apart.

CHAPTER 88 AILEEN’S POV “As for your mate, he was made to swallow a love bug.” “A… love… bug? What the heck is that?!” I stared at Elysia in confusion and she sighed then started explain to me. “A love bug has the male and female, Sera fed the female bug to Joshua while she ate the male bug. Anyone who eats the male bug has the power to control the person who ate the female bug and as long as the bug is still in the body, no matter what you do, you cannot save him. He will always continue to listen to her; the only way you can stop that is to destroy the bug inside him gradually, so it won’t have an effect on him. That liquid in the vial isn’t going to solve anything; it’s for spells and not

The room rustled with bugs as a result. “Hmm,” Meguitte carefully picked her way across the room, avoiding the trap which was as freshly marked as the day Leighton had made it, and selected a jar that already seethed with bug life. She set it near the door and reached out with her power. “Inlerum caprae.” Within moments, the bugs began making trails towards the jar, the flies plunging into the sticky mess, and the insects crawling up the glass. “Nice,” Connery approved from behind the mask. “Can you do anything about the smell?”

“Well, you may as well get used to it. They aren’t fucking going anywhere.” Ben turns to me. “Did it used to be this way? Do you remember?” “The bugs? I don’t think so.” I pull the collar of my shirt up to my nose, as far as it will go. It doesn’t really help, but it makes me feel better. “They came with the hurricanes,” Mystica explains. “When the tropical rains began to pool all over the island, in the lowlands created by the moving earth, the bugs came to claim this land as their own.”

Their twisted miniature human faces stared down at Andrew's group, sending chills down everyone's spine. Chantelle trembled as she whispered, "Why do these horrible bugs have human faces?" Andrew replied coldly, "Because they feed on human corpses, especially human brains—that's what Deathbugs crave most. Legend says that when someone dies and gets eaten by Deathbugs, their soul, consciousness, and flesh all become part of the creatures." Chantelle could not believe it and gasped, "How can such disgusting insects exist in this world?" Andrew ignored her question and began feeling along the seams where the bronze doors met. He tried pushing against both massive doors with all his strength, bu