Nekopara Novels & Stories

ADAPTATIVE COLOURATION A. Camouflage: The organism has the same colour as the environment e.g grasshopper B. Warning colouration: The organisms have attractive colours that serve as a warning to predator's e.g brightly coloured lady bettle and toads. C. Mimicry: The organism resembles another object that the predator doesn't eat for protection e.g stick insect resembling a twig D. Nest parasitism: Some birds lay their eggs in other bird's nest for protection e.g cuckoo bird BEHAVIOURAL ADAPTATION

“Solana, Illac, and Foire have been notified of your little detour in humanity's border. Didn’t I tell you to stop it already?” said Nerissa. She is Solana’s little necromancer, usually, werewolves never trust a necromancer, they can be as a trickster as a fox or as sly as a vampire.

Megan pressed closer now with the kids. "If we thought Item 13 was bad news, this is worse, Megan. Much worse." He keyed in a set of command through a touch keyboard that had appeared below the image and a new page appeared, and what confronted Megan made her blood run cold. The small strange-looking octagon-shaped objects inside the structure were nanites – she should have guessed as much with all her sci-fi knowledge – but not the everyday kind; if there were everyday kinds. These ones had been programmed with some kind of high-level intelligence which was purported to make them harder to detect, harder to evade, harder to counteract.

It looks…" I paused, looking for the right word but came up short. I looked over to Leah for help. But she smiled apologetically at me. "There's no other way around the storm. We can't go over the Ghrilk or we'll be dead meat. Literally." I furrow my brow in confusion. "Ghrilk? What is that?" "It's the land of ogres. And you don't want to meet one. Trust me." Mike shivered as he replied. "Those filthy creatures. They're awful." The look in his eyes was an evident fear and trauma inflicted by the ogres to him. Whatever happened to him in that place, I did not dare want to find out.

Devon called me and I looked at him but I don’t want to come close to him or I don’t want him to come close to me. “It’s alright dear… you’re okay now,” Luna told me while looking at me and she took a bottle of oil to her altar and opened it. She came near me and said… “Everything is fine,” She said and she put the bottle of oil that she was holding near my nose and made me inhale it. She whispered a prayer while staring at me. The aroma of the oil smells like jasmine with a mint on it. I inhaled it and in an instant, I passed out.

Massive, obsidian-scaled tendrils, thick as tree trunks, were erupting from the soil every few seconds, moving with a rhythmic, muscular intent. "They're initiating a 'Forced-Re-Grafting,'" Dr. Vogel shouted, his voice nearly drowned out by the sound of cracking concrete. "The Sombra-Net has decided that 'Entropy' is a contagious disease. It’s trying to 'Suture' us back into the link."

After being shocked for a moment, Fernanda raised his left hand, the skin of his palm wriggling slightly as he roared, "Use the innate parasite and strike!" There were many parasites in the Southeast Maison. The most common ones were poisonous parasites, phantom parasites, and string parasites. All of them needed to be fed by the blood energy of the host. Fernanda's innate parasite was a mutated poisonous parasite. The parasite's mouth had two rows of sharp teeth; it could chew up the hardest metal forged by the latest technology. "Best be on your guard against my innate parasite, Alexander!" At the same time, Raul also summoned his innate parasite which he rested in his right palm, his face

Apple whispered, stroking my back while Scarlette stroked my head and mopped my face with a handkerchief. The place was quiet with only soft murmurs reverberating. "It's a target spell," Kira's voice spoke higher than everyone else's. "I've seen this spell and I'll know the caster anywhere. It's a spell from the black witch, Nero," "Nero?!" Jerry shouted. "Well fuck!"

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I take a seat beside the stranger. “ This is Mr. Michael Black. Head of PR at Paradise Group” “ Paradise Group? The one owned by…” “Hernandez Andres. Yes, that’s the one” Paradise Group of Companies was the biggest conglomerate in all of New York, if not the United States. “ Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Black” The man merely sends a smile my way and nods in acknowledgement. Mr. Rogers continues, “ Mr. Black is here as a representative for his boss, Marcello Andres and they will like to form an alliance with our firm”