Nekopara Novels & Stories

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

My mood plummeted and I took a step back. Lucas looked at me confusedly. "What's wrong?" I took another step back. Why would anyone want me? Why would a filthy, tarnished creature like me be allowed near such beauties? Suddenly, the grass felt cold under my feet. Gasping, I looked down. Right were I was standing was a patch of dead, brown grass. I didn't realize I was crying until a lone tear rolled down my cheek. The brown patch was growing, spiralling outwards from my feet and killing the surrounding grass.

“I don’t care how much you’ve invested in my project. This woman just got here from abroad. She’s my friend and the star of my upcoming series. If you touch her again, I’ll pull your funding myself.” Ezekiel stood there, frozen, barely processing the word “star.” His eyes were locked on Vespera’s neck. In the turmoil, her dress had shifted just enough. Her collarbone was smooth and untouched. There was no scar. There was no mark. Just flawless skin. “It’s not there,” Ezekiel murmured, his voice hollow. Vespera looked at him, a mixture of horror and pity on her face, as if she were gazing at a madman. “Jerry, please... let’s go inside. I want to leave.”

They were worm-like organisms wriggling among the blood cells. "This, a biological agent that went previously undetected. We've named it Nyctophilus vermis or a vermite because of its dominant effect at night in the body of its host." I had gotten their interest with that. "Specifically, a novel class of parasitic nematode."

He swiped his hand across the console, bringing up detailed schematics of the Vane Family's proprietary tactical gear: The Neural-Dampening Grid: Unlike crude physical collars, this systemic localized field emitted a sub-audible electromagnetic frequency that directly interfered with the synapses required to trigger a shapeshifting sequence. For a werewolf caught in the grid, the agony of a half-initiated shift where bone and muscle attempt to transform against a locked nervous system was enough to incapacitate even a seasoned alpha.