Psychic Parasite Novels & Stories

Her pride was in the way, she knew. Even more than that, she had doubts. What if her head injury caused her to have this vivid dream, and the feeling she got was just a hallucination? What if this was a real psychic link, but the real Mr. Hayes wouldn't give up control? Plenty of people had fantasies that they had no intention of ever carrying out, and this might be one of them. No, she decided. He came in with a different girl every week because he wanted one of those girls to take initiative, to control him. Would she let herself be that girl?

would behave the way he behaves around me. He is mad! So mad!! And if I continued thinking about him again and again I would surely need to see a psychiatrist because he'll make me M.A.D just like him! Yeah you must have guessed till now who I'm talking about? Yeah its the same C.R.E.A.T.U.R.E Malhotra! Manik Malhotra! "I really don't want to see a psychiatrist at such a young age God! Please keep me in my senses" I made a puppy face while pleading to God looking up at the ceiling.

"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

With a stiff neck, I turn away. I focus on the dumbass ABC's strip that lines the top of the wall. I know we have some special students, but does Mr. Williams really think it's necessary? Then again, here I am talking about psychopaths. Of course he thinks we're stupid enough not to know the alphabet without having to sing the song. "It's a mental illness that not only affects the host, but also the people around them. They become victims to the rotten thoughts that plague the psycho’s mind, driving them to do insane things," I force myself to continue.

Something he hadn’t invited in. “It’s a parasite,” he said, the word landing between them with the weight of salt-soaked truth. His voice sounded rougher than usual, like it had been scraped over stone. “It’s not just here. It’s riding the connection. Feeds on the friction, fattens up every time we flinch.” As soon as he named it, the thing pushed back. Not hard. Just… clever. A brush against his mind, feather-light, wearing his own thoughts like a mask.

he pulled bark, somewhat alarmed by the tone of her voice. "if you don't believe me, I have details of extra terrestrial and supernatural sightings..you could read my books...the London bridge, its a fake! its no support group, its Lucifer grooming the anti Christ...Adulfs the child of light who must stop her...but I see no star any more. she succeeded in giving him the mark...his borne a new gene. they feed now on his brain and direct him what to do." the parasites, Montoya thought. he speaks about the parasites. goddamn it, he couldn't be lieing.

“No, We’re more physical than that. Obviously.” He removes his hand. “I don’t understand.” “In real life, we’re no bigger than a few clothing threads. We’ve woven ourselves into your spinal cord, parts of your brainstem, and some of your organs.” “Like a parasite?” He steps back. “Ew, that’s gross.” “The term ‘parasite’ is a little pejorative, but we’ll live with it. For now.” “Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult.” Trent chuckles, shaking his head. “Then again, this is a dream. Not real anyway, right?”

Her expression grew progressively more troubled with each passing second. Then she stopped, like something had bitten hard on her. "There's definitely something here," she said slowly, her voice tight with worry. "Attached directly to her consciousness. It's like... I don't even know how to describe it. A magical parasite? But sophisticated beyond anything I've ever encountered before. It's interwined into her thought patterns, feeding off her emotions—especially the negative ones—and growing stronger." "Can you remove it?" I demanded. "I don't know. Give me a minute to probe deeper." She placed her hands again on her temple, her magic intensified, pushing harder.

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.

Indeed, a psycho have emotions too, they just need someone who'll understand and won't leave them when they need them the most and it happens to be her, my Baby Milda. She was the psychopath obsession and become the wife now. I love you so much... I promise to never leave you, forever.