Parasyte Novels & Stories

I dialed my phone to call Kaiden and check on the progress of the situation, as he had been delaying in submitting the reports. On the second ring, he picked up. “Greetings, Alpha.” “Yes, Kaiden, the reports—why are they late?” I said directly. “My apologies, Alpha. We encountered a setback, but... The parasite carrying the Lycan Virus gradually shuts down the organs, leaving the patient in a vegetative state. The victim has stopped speaking and responding to external stimuli.” I sighed, pressing my temple. This was an alarming sign of deterioration. Although we are trying our best, nothing seems to be working.

Silas shrieked, his eyes widening in a final moment of lucidity. Ash tried to open his hand, but his muscles refused to obey. The shadow-parasite began to move, its form spiraling up his blackened arm with a sickening, predatory speed. It didn't just touch his skin; it melted into it. Ash watched, his grey eyes wide and unblinking, as the darkness burrowed into his veins, turning his blood into a sluggish, violet sludge. "Calculation error," Ash whispered.

In the center of the room was a circular basin carved from a single block of obsidian, filled with water so still it looked like a mirror. "The Blood-Link is a parasite," Selene said, her voice echoing with a weight that made the air vibrate. "It feeds on the shared essence between parent and child. To kill the parasite, we must make the host—Audrey—momentarily invisible to the world of spirits. We must create a void where her identity used to be." Lucas stood by the door, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. "And the void consumes the memories of us."

It was like asking about a stranger who had died long ago. “Tell me.” “It’s a joke. A tragedy he deserved,” Orion sneered. “Not long after you left, that Evangeline showed her true colors.” He paused, lowering his voice. “She was something else entirely. A rare and dangerous strain of vampire known only as a Parasite.” “A Parasite?” I raised an eyebrow. The term was associated with extreme danger and greed in the ancient texts. “Yes. They can’t cultivate their own power. They can only latch onto a host like a leech, feeding on their life force and their very luck.”

Breath crystallized. Frost formed in the air. The old scar over Alexander's heart convulsed. Purple-red flesh split apart. Rot spread. Pus seeped from the wound. Black blood trickled down the hard ridges of his abdomen. Running along muscle. Pooling on the floor below. He closed his eyes. Hands clenched. Ready to let the parasite finish its work. Ready to let it tear everything apart. Then Vivienne moved. No commands. No powers. No systems. Just her.

"It’s being pulled. The Source... she’s not taking your life. She’s taking the 'Third Heir' before it can be born." The silver-eyed woman in the tank pressed her hand against the glass. As she did, my stomach began to glow with a blinding, blood-red light—the same light as the Red-Winged Shadow. The "Original" wasn't a clone or a sister. She was a Parasite. She had been waiting for a "Hybrid" to be conceived so she could steal the evolution and leave the "Clone" to die in the mud. "Zora!" Dante roared, lunging for the tank.

I guess they probably wear some look of pity or sadness, one I was grateful I didn't have to see, so I just carry on. "I wasn't born this way, and it's not something I'm getting used to. My eyesight changed a couple of months ago due to an... unfortunate incident, and there's nothing to be done about it. The only thing I can see clearly is Lucian, and that's when we touch. I know now it has to do with us being mates and him being magical, but yeah, he's the only one I can see clearly and the only one I can touch. When other people touch me, I don't react well. It feels uncomfortable, to put it lightly, and I react in different ways, but it's always bad. Hives, panic attacks, or vomiting, lik

"As I said before, this Chutullusia is something that dwells in the water…also from the species itself it would pose a threat to everything around it…this thing have a parasitic ability to inflict at tit's victim…once the parasite latches to its host…there is no cure to it…also this thing does not require you to die to manipulate you..it can latches to you whether you live or die…so we need to be very alert this time…" "Well now, that's some scary shit…it's probably worst than being undead…at the very least a becoming an undead requires you to die first…ain't that right mister Alfred……what?..". (Alehandro) As he was giving his honest opinion, Sasu smacks the back of his head causing

Even those Cannibalistic Parasites were as powerful as these, yet those parasites could not harm Tyr. As such, Tyr’s boldness had taken off. Once again, he reached out toward Cairo Meryem’s corpse. The next second, more and more Cannibalistic Parasites flew out of Cairo’s corpse, from its mouth, nostrils, ears, and even eyes. Numerous parasites flew out from the corpse. Those parasites flowed out in an endless stream, and soon it shrouded Tyr. Xyris, King Meryem, and the others exclaimed. Yet, pretty soon, their eyes widened in incredulity because they realized those parasites could not harm Tyr. Instead, one after another of those parasites fell to the ground.

Norton shouted, “What do I have to think about. I mean it when I said I didn’t do it.” He then spoke to Craig. “Mr. Selby, you’re one of the authorities. I request your protection as a citizen. My life has been severely threatened.” Craig shook his head. “I don’t see any threats to your life.” Alex smiled, taking out a small bottle and handing it to Azure. “This is called “heart-scratching parasite of a hundred days.” It’s a parasitic disease. You can use it according to the situation. I leave the rest to you. In thirty minutes, I want to know the truth!”