Psychic Parasite Novels & Stories

"Using humans as parasite puppets, those who have just been initiated are called Parasite Emperors, while those who have reached the peak are known as Parasite Masters!" Harry nodded solemnly to the few individuals in the room. The few silently vanished into the night, secretly trailing behind Chad.

Good grief, as if we didn't get enough bloodsuckers living among humans, and now we had another freaky one. Psychic Vampires are sometimes referred to as 'Soul-Sucker' or "Succubus". They possess great mental abilities and even mastered the art of dark magic or the psychic phenomena. They used their supernatural abilities to draw the life force from other living beings, especially humans. These vampires seek out victims whom they could interact with in order to create strong relationships. Some might attack by force or when the victims sleep or during sex. Usually, the feeding causes the victims tired, drained out of energy and memory impaired. It could result in great mental damages as a co

I asked her and a tear came down her face. "Danger is what keeps me. The danger for Jasmine. For you all. There is a darkness that seeks Jasmine for its own, posing in the form of a mate, but it is not. It is a parasite, spawned straight from hell. Its father has been manipulating the events of her whole life to get to her. It poisoned the minds of wolves to get me out the way for its arrival, and now the parasite is here. " She says, her sad eyes boring into mine. "Where do I find this parasite, and how do I send it back to hell," I asked her.

So, Hellfire was not the cause. The second was called Shadecap. This was a type of fungus that could induce hallucinations and madness, potentially leading to self-harm or violence. Before such effects occurred, the person would display symptoms like crying or laughing uncontrollably and moving erratically. Shadecap wouldn't give someone enough strength to kill twelve people. The third was Soulgrip Threadworm. Also known as a parasitic worm, the parasite would enter the brain and allow another person to control their actions, although the controlled individual would retain memories of the event.

I heard the soft beep of the touchpad and waited for Joseph to speak, but he kept typing, so I asked, “How can you tell?” “We can see it,” said Edward through the speaking app on the other tablet. Amy breathed deep, looking for the best way to explain it to me. “If you could see the parasites, you would notice one of them seems to start like, pounding, and Price snaps and behaves like an arrogant bully. Then another parasite does it and he loses it over his meds, and so on.” “No self left,” said Ann with my phone app. Joseph was finally done typing and hit the TTS icon. “He’s been under their influence for so long, there’s nothing left of his personality. He’s but what the parasites want him

He was confident he could negotiate a deal related to this aquarium for maximum benefit. Fah, a psychologist with a gentle face, was meditating in a quiet room. Since childhood, Fah had a special ability to sense and perceive things others couldn't. She felt the supernatural around her and sometimes sensed the feelings and thoughts of others. When she heard the news about the aquarium and what had happened there, Fah began to feel a strange, abnormal mystical power—a heavy, chaotic energy, as if something was being held captive and waiting to be released. Receiving this invitation only reinforced her feelings. Fah believed this aquarium was connected to psychic powers she couldn't explain, a

Paranoia. The slow decay of self. I had always sworn I would never be like them. But what if I already was? Dr. Halverson leaned forward. “You went through a traumatic event. The accident. The head injury. It makes sense that your mind is processing things in unusual ways.” His voice was calm, soothing, but my stomach churned. “Try to rest. Keep taking your medication,” he said, offering a small, practiced smile. “And if the hallucinations persist, we’ll adjust the dosage.”

Like he could hold the morning hostage, bend time itself to his will if he simply chose to. He wasn't just a boy anymore. Not the sweet, clumsy boy she'd known. He was a vortex, pulling her in with irresistible force. He was hope, bright and fragile, intertwinedwith a deep, churning self-loathing. He was hunger, a raw, gnawing need that threatened to consume her, and a stark, "ashing warning sign, screaming for her to turn back. All tangled to-gether, a Gordian knot of her own making that she didn't know how – or if she even wanted – to untie.