Psychic Parasite นิยาย & เรื่องราว

said Carson. Demi shook his head. “If you realize all that, don’t you suppose Nigel Jade, the sly fox among us all, has realized it too?” “What do you mean?” A thought appeared in Carson’s mind. But before he could continue, Dark Occult Bishop resumed his actions. Twisting his jar around, swarms of Kodoku parasites flew out and onto the stubborn heads of families. Like what happened moments ago, these parasites flew at extreme speeds and exploded above the heads of these people.

" Stop reading my mind, and if you hate my boring version this much why bother making me your bride in the past, or one of your puppets now? " I asked him pushing him away but he grabbed my jaw as I looked at his eyes. His left hand is behind my back. " shaping people's minds is what I do best, you're not too hard for me to fix, but you were too weak and blind by your love for that dog. " I bit my lips afraid of him when he whispered in my ear. " If my puppet thinks of other things but me of course I will get angry, you should be careful. " He is too narcissistic.

"Something that makes me feel alive again. If it doesn't work out, then I will try something else." She nodded. I didn’t know then that the place I thought would restart my life afresh... was actually the center of the nightmare I’d spent years running from. But you can’t run from the Devil forever. Not when he’s been waiting and watching.

"You know damn well that keeping that vegetative bitch breathing is wasting our pack territory funds. Besides, look at you. You are a freak, a tiny, useless Psi werewolf who cannot even shift properly. If we lend you the resources, how the hell do you plan to pay us back in this lifetime? By selling your tight little cunt to the rogues outside Ebonhaven?" My fingernails dig into the stone floor. Five years ago, the carriage crash took Fallen Alpha Rowan Ashfang on the spot and left my mother a brain-dead vegetable. Within days, my uncle and aunt seized our birthright, kicking me into the servant quarters of the very keep I was born in. If the sanctuary hadn't set a hard deadline for tomorrow

My wife, Anne Brighton, gives me a gray parrot. Every single day, it looks me in the eye and screeches, "Go to hell!" I send it to a parrot rehabilitation center, where they place it in a mirrored cage and play "I'm a good bird" on loop, three thousand times a day. Here's the thing—I've been reborn. In my past life, that parrot came into our home knowing only two phrases—"So ugly" and "Go to hell". At first, I believed it was merely mimicking what it had heard. But then my body began to fail. Sleep was the first to go. Every night, the same nightmare returned, and the same voice echoed through it, repeating those words over and over. "Go to hell." My appetite disappeared, and I wast

“Let’s put an end to this story. You want to live with her, right? I’ll bring that fae to you, be my slave…” ‘Come back. Henri, wake up…” A voice trespassed his ear, the moment he knelt at Soleira. He uttered the word of purification, then the spirit reverted back and trapped in the bracelet once again.He finally broke the chain that binds him to Soleira, the chain of puppet that is used to control his mind and action. He looked at the bracelet, and he only had a few grains of sand left. He would not make it on time. Then, a crow appeared.

Hope not! She found that dad had been avoiding her .He couldn’t look up at her.What action was he going to take?She had no means to contact her partner in crime.Was that a crime?NO,she had heard dad hint many times that it was natural for humans to seek their mates once they acquired biological eligibility for the same.Well so it was neither required nor sane for any adult human to control their passions.Men were born savage like any other animals they had similar instincts with the only difference that they could put on pretence.What was the need of all this struggle?Her interior was all storming up with the after effect of her first intercourse with ……well she felt shy to pronounce his na

What she thought would be the worst mistake of her life,hell for her was actually paradise. . *********

I didn't want that to happen. Falling down to my knees, I held in my growl, my hands clutching my heading as I struggled to take control over myself. After remaining like that for some time, the psychosis finally decided to leave me alone. I fluttered my eyes open and watched his lifeless body on the floor. I didn't transform fully into my wolf form; instead, my eyes dilated with intensity. I wonder if it was my wolf suffering from psychosis, but my psychiatrist had mentioned earlier that we both were suffering from it, how funny.