روايات وقصص ضمن Parasite

I quietly reached out and scooped the little thing into my palm, unable to stop myself from petting it over and over. “So this is the only parasite you know how to raise?” My tone softened considerably. “Same as you only know how to raise Revival Worms.” He started playing with my worms too. The Deathfeign Parasite curled up from all the petting, its squarish little shape oddly resembling a tiny coffin. A coffin… Suddenly, inspiration struck me. “How about teaching me how to raise a Deathfeign Parasite right now? If I learn it tonight, I might actually be able to help you escape…”

“A monster… whatever they like.” I slapped my arm when a mosquito landed on my skin, attempting to suck my blood. “The more they consume human blood and kill… Vampires are like parasites, don’t you think?” Raverine grinned. “Yes, we are. I am your parasite.” I gave him a smirk and wondered, “Now… where do you think another parasite like you hides?” Raverine stood and walked towards me. He bent down and took the keyboard. He began typing as I smelled whiskey on his body leaning close to me.

, the doctor said happily. "That's lovely to hear from the doctor. Me and Vincent here were worried sick that we have lost her to eternity forever. This news, of her recovery, is truly such a great joy for us.", I hear my mother, Alice, say in her voice sweeter than honeycomb. I can hear the relief in her tone. "Mr. Stepanov earlier asked whether Miss Costello could hear what was being said. To me that would be unlikely according to the brainscan, because there are still parts of the cerebrum that I still have in an inhibitory condition.", the doctor explains.

It screamed at me and I just ignored it. "Parasitic Gun" I said that my gun appeared at the same time that whoever it hits will have a parasite in their brain and it will cause me to control them, but it is necessary to put the bullet in my brain, because if the body part is mine, it will only have the effect of a normal gun that will only cause wounds to the enemy...

As soon as I step back out, I mark the entrance with an X and move on. Heading back in the direction we came from, I gasp when I hear the sound of scurrying feet. I’m not the kind of person who is usually scared of bugs or creepy crawlies, but the sound is so loud that I freak out and flatten my back against the wall. When Sahara and Marael kidnapped us last year, they took us to a mountain range in hell, where we saw many horrifying creatures. There were a few that, up to now, I hope I never have to see again. One of the ones that creeped me out the most were these little demonic-looking insects that looked like large centipedes. The sounds emitting around me sound like those creatures. Try

He comes flying through the door, closes it softly and we start to read. ‘A Ma Vista also known in English as “with sight” is a creatures of the light. Created by a wizard four thousand years ago. They were created for the purpose of destroying all monsters and let the earth live in peace. A Ma Vista is immortal. The only things that can kill them are monsters. When a Ma Vista is born it has nightmares for a year, when the nightmares are over the day after a monster will kill their family. The monster is usually told to do so by their master.

She pricked a few needles into Tyler's vital acupoints again, then stood up and kicked him hard in the abdomen, causing him to faint. She stood up and looked coldly at the people of Butteriron Village, "After saying so much, you should understand that the reason why the people of Esterden Village don't live past fifty is not because of a curse, but because this old witch has infected them with a parasite called Vertmist. This parasite has a strong infectivity and reproductive ability, and can survive in the host's body for several years. When the host's immune system weakens, it starts to attack the host crazily, eventually lead

“She was on the ground in pain, crying out like she was being torn apart from the inside. Then she passed out.” Lyra wasted no time. Her hands moved with precision as she checked Sofia’s pulse and temperature, leaned in to examine her eyes, and pressed a stethoscope to her chest. “She seems stable for now,” Lyra muttered, frowning. “Her vitals are normal, but this kind of pain isn’t normal for a human. Did she say anything before passing out?” “No,” I replied. “Just screams and then silence.” Lyra leaned back, crossing her arms. “There’s something about this... Her symptoms remind me of how wolves behave just before their first shift. But she’s human, isn’t she?”

Derek stood, protective instincts flaring despite his human state. "The parasites would have killed them as infants. These children, they're immune to parasitic influence. Can't be corrupted, can't be controlled." He stepped inside, and I saw the exhaustion he'd been hiding. "I've been moving them constantly, keeping them hidden. But she"—he pointed to little Mona—"she's the catalyst. They can't hide anymore." "How many?" I asked. "Forty-three confirmed. Maybe more worldwide." "All hybrids?" "All impossible. Phoenix-wolf. Shepherd-bear. Combinations that shouldn't exist but do." His eyes found the baby. "She's the strongest yet. The call she just sent, every <

The parasite stared at him. The difference seemed small. Tiny. Almost meaningless. Yet the more it thought about it— The larger it became. Because one perspective created despair. The other created resilience. The parasite stepped backward. Unconsciously. Its confidence slipping. The darkness surrounding them fluctuated. The failed realities spinning around the void became unstable. Something was changing. Something dangerous. Not for Ethan. For the parasite. Suddenly a memory surfaced. Not Ethan's. The parasite's. An ancient world. Long forgotten. A civilization st