Parasyte Novels & Stories

I thought the saliva would sting, but instead it soothed my torso as he slid it up the length of it, from my lower stomach to the top of my chest, lapping the blood from my body and sealing the wound. “You are my second-chance mate. It worked,” Blake mindlinked me as he nuzzled his head against me, licking my cheeks. I had heard that mates could heal each other in this way, but I’d never thought it would work with Blake and me, at least not until we marked each other. I brought my hands to his head, rubbing him behind the ears as he made quiet whimpering noises.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

I asked him. "I will never bow to a witch. I will take pleasure in eating your heart since you chose to ruin my meal!" He spat back at me with an evil smirk. Yes, I could have easily done a killing blow, but I find a slight enjoyment in making the evil beings suffer a little. Plus, I get paid more if I deliver them alive. Mucelini here broke the law. Ghouls have centers where they can obtain flesh to survive. When several ghoul attacks started in the area and the Paranormal Enforcement Agents (PEA) couldn't find the culprit they called me. Freya Blackwood, paranormal bounty hunter. I take on hunting ghouls, vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. I am the best of the best and

James prompted, and Evie nodded. “You can call it that. But like I said, it’s parasitic because it needs a host to exist. It could not live outside the boundary otherwise. When it latches onto someone, it would slowly eat the host’s energy and his spirit, putting his memories and cognition into chaos bit by bit.” “What happens after?” “They would turn into monsters,” Evie answered seriously, making the other two fall into silence. “How long does it take before the host gets eaten?” James suddenly asked after a while, creeping Richard out.

So that our faces were just inches away. "Do I look like a mortal?" He asked. I tried my best to break away from that gaze. Since he was actually quite close, I realized how his eyes resembled like a dark stormy sky. They almost looked lifeless. Like deep pits of a never ending hole. I wanted to look away. But something wasn't letting me do that. A strange force. Not like the one people describe in stories. No, it was more like the sleep paralysis kind of force. I wanted to look away. But I couldn't.

I can only assume it belonged to Parsons' fallen comrades. Parsons lets out a bloodcurdling scream as the Alphas tear him apart, literally. Overgrown canine claws and fangs bite and tear at his black environmental protective suit, sinking into the soft flesh below. A fist slams into Parsons' helmet visor. A second blow shatters it. The image blurs as the poor man's eyes fill with tears of agony. There's a sickening blur of red, and the screams turn to muffled gurgles. Finally, mercifully, the image disappears in a spasm of static and the hologram goes dark.

Just a low, background vibration, like a heartbeat you only noticed if you went looking for it. In the distance, beyond the Veil, something shifted. Selene felt it as the faintest tug on the edge of her senses—annoyed, still hungry, re-coiling somewhere they couldn’t reach yet. The parasite hadn’t given up. It had just been forced to work harder for less. She could live with that, for now. “We’re going to have to keep doing this,” she said softly, eyes half-closed. “Not just once. Whenever it pushes. Whenever we start hearing words in our heads that sound almost like ours, but not quite.”

"Dante! I’m out! Let’s go!" I grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away from the console. He didn't move. His hand stayed glued to the sensor. "I can't." His face was turning a translucent, sickly grey. "What do you mean you can't? Move!" "It’s... a parasitic lock." Dante’s teeth were chattering. He looked down at his arm. Tiny, silver filaments were snaking out of the sensor plate. They had bored into his open wound, weaving into his veins. The glass eye was no longer clear. It was filling with his blood, pumping it into the ship’s dying nervous system.

Ang tuktok ng Obelisk Prime ay nababalot na ngayon ng malamig na katahimikan. Si Alexander ay nakahiga sa bisig ni Aria, ngunit ang bata ay hindi na mainit. Ang kristal na fragment mula sa puso ni Gaia na bumaon sa kanyang balikat ay hindi lamang isang piraso ng materyales; ito ay isang Data-Parasite—ang huling "will" ni Dr. Vane na naglalayong gamitin ang banal na katawan ng bata bilang bagong host.

Millions of people giving up. The parasite opened its arms. "This is the truth of existence." Silence followed. Then Ethan smiled. A small smile. The parasite blinked. Unexpected. Ethan looked directly into its eyes. "If that's true..." The white divergence appeared around him. Bright. Warm. Alive. "Then why are you so interested in me?" Silence. The parasite stopped smiling. For the first time— Ethan saw it. A crack. Not in its power. In its certainty. Because if despair was truly inevitable... Then Ethan shouldn't exist. And somewhere deep inside itself— The parasite knew that.