Psychic Parasite Mga Nobela at Kwento

she said, shaking her head. “Actually it does,” Arya said. “While I was in the Oracle, there was a scientist who worked for them; Mathias Scoffield. He researched mostly the mind of wolves and he theorized that there was something called the psychic pool,” she paused and let the word sink in. “It is a collection of the residual mental energy that we leave when we actively think of something. He claims if that pool his big enough, it can affect reality in itself.” “And does he have an example of this?” Beatrice asked.

“Is this a part of a Yin-Yang Technique, or a Frontier Possession Technique? Why is it so scary?” Harvey thought for a while. “Neither. This is a parasite from America named the Spiral Borer. “It lives in live animals, leeching off them in the process. While controlling a dead body, it could achieve its goal to multiply itself and continue infecting others. “It wouldn’t show itself normally, but there’d be dire consequences if it did, especially in crowded places. “The person who arranged this is heinous! “Not only are they trying to keep us busy, but they’re also planning to take us all out and settle the fight once and for all.

I countered with another incantation, this one more intricate and delicate, like tracing a sigil into the very air with trembling fingers and unshaken will. The second Walker halted, frozen mid-motion, trapped in a loop of its own making. It began to unravel from within, consumed by the very nightmare it had once fed upon. Its form collapsed inward, swallowed by an echo of its creation. But the last one came faster and smarter. It didn’t strike with claws or fangs. Instead, it reached for my mind, dragging me into a conjured illusion so vivid it felt like reality—a memory I had long buried. Anton, standing at the edge of a cliff, looking back at me with sorrowful eyes, calling my name like a

"I want to ask you a question and I expect you to be honest. I've been watching you and your best friend for a while. I have to admit I was shocked when I realized you just steal keys for the sake of it. You don't use them. You just wanna mess with people's lives, huh? Do you know how that affects them. You may think it's just keys but losing a batch of keys can ruin a person's life but you don't care about that, do you?" Liana looked away. She'd always warned Gina that her obsession would cause them trouble. Gina's love for keys was normal in the beginning. She bought and collected them and it was fun. Then one day, Gina had seen a woman holding a very unique and beautiful set of keys. She'

Alissa turned around, "Hannah, I didn't mean to startle you." "Aron," she replied, her voice barely audible. "It looks like you have seen a ghost." "I am just tired." Alissa could now see a dangerous gleam in his eyes, that she had missed when she was head over heels. "I see. What were you up to yesterday?" Alissa's eyes widened, her brain sent warning bells. Why was he asking? Did he want to eliminate his next victim? "I, I was at my dorm. I wasn't feeling so well."

He then headed to his study, and emerged a full minute later, right as Reggie heard a car pull into the house. The woman couldn’t help it, she just squealed in delight and headed for the door… forgetting for a moment that without Chris’s clearance, she couldn’t go out. “It’s open,” He informed her at her silent request, and then headed for the study room. Perhaps, his brain had had enough of Reggie for today. He concluded decisively. That had to be it! It would explain why he was feeling and seeing and thinking strange things, things that were in no way true or real.

I never knew that this place existed in real life. Since I was young, I was locked up in an orphanage. And we aren't allowed to go out. I always wished that someone would adopt me. And that is my most regret in life. I thought I already saw rainbows and butterflies when Odin adopted me. But I was mistaken. The day he adopted me is the day my nightmare starts. I was just six years old back then when he brought me to The Ora. This is a secret criminal organization build-up of Hybrids and extraordinary beings with one mission: to destroy the world.

I slowly walk backwards down the aisle until I'm away enough, I turn walking down another aisle trying to find an exit or something. How much good is this helping if I'm just walking aimlessly around aisles? I stop and start to think about my next moves, Anthony isn't gonna be distracted forever and will soon realise we're not there. If he sees me just walking around he'll know I was tying to escape, and I might end up like his mother, I see a woman sat at a little desk with signup sheets smiling, an idea soon pops in my mind and I quickly walk over there.

Before we could stop ourselves we both inhaled the gas and we immediately fell to the ground, unconscious. - - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - - My legs feel full of staples and sand together. My mind is overflowing and pounding trying to remember what's happening. A sharp intake of breath and I'm awake. I try to stand up but I can't move. I blink rapidly to gain back my vision and it's slowly starting to look clear. To my surprise, somehow I'm starting into very rage grey eyes that seem to know too much.

I hurried past the bar, my eyes met those of the Bartender and there was a glow in his eyes I hadn’t noticed before. “Are you okay?” he said. I shook my head. I felt my temperature rise and a slight ache was creeping up my joints. My muscles started to feel tense. My hair pores started to look like big rashes and they itched as the hairs on my body began to grow longer. My palms began to expand as my nails extended further. My ears felt like they were drawn out. I could hear the slightest sound of a foot leaving the ground, a house fly buzzing, frantic heartbeats and drinks getting poured into cups. The music became almost a hundred times louder. I could nearly hear people’s thoughts and fee