Psychic Parasite Novels & Stories

On the page, memory warred with forgetting. The creature beside Ash faltered, clutching its head, its red eyes flickering wildly. “It’s connected to the book!” Kael shouted, forgetting his jealousy. “Your feelings affect it!” Terrifying news, this was a psychic parasite linked to their healing tool. To fight, she risked corrupting the legacy itself. The creature faced Liora, now full of cold, sharp intelligence: recognition and hatred. It saw her as its opposite. It spoke, a mix of cracking ice and distant whispers. “Yours is the light that remembers and mine is the shadow that forgets. I will un-write your story, Serelai.”

Not the single powerful being we faced in Quebec, but multiple smaller presences that dart between dimensions, feeding on the chaotic energy while gradually establishing footholds in our reality. "Parasites," Lama Tenzin identifies them through careful observation. "Beings that cannot exist in stable reality but thrive in dimensional chaos. The artificial amplification creates perfect feeding conditions." "How do we get rid of them?" Emily asks, her instruments recording energy signatures unlike anything in our databases. "Starve them," Ani Dolma suggests. "Remove the chaos they feed on by restoring natural order to the manifestation process." "While the Chinese facility continues generating

"What did you see last night?" I pulled a small notepad and pencil from my pocket and quickly scribbled: The greenhouse. Mrs. Carson and the others… what they did to Chloe. Black stuff… from her mouth to Chloe's. Veronica read the note, then quickly tore it into tiny pieces and tossed them into the fireplace. "It's a parasitic fungus," she whispered. "It controls the brain through those black mycelial threads. The host looks normal, but their consciousness is gone, completely replaced."

He continued, "Your parents have truly lost their minds!" After the surgery, I was left with a four-inch scar behind my waist. My parents softened their attitude toward me… or perhaps it would be more accurate to say they didn't have time to punish me because they were too busy caring for August after the surgery. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how ashen and skinny I was. I couldn't help wondering how long I had to live. Would I die first, or would August? August was like a parasite that wouldn't stop sucking my blood. What would my parents do if I were to die before him? Would they have another child?

A faint voice filtered through the mirror: “I said I’m trying. She suspects something. No, not yet. I can’t risk exposing too soon. The bindings haven’t cracked. Stop pushing me—” “The queen is watching. She always watches.” That last part wasn’t Lana’s voice. It was something else. “Okay, I hate that,” Broccolini said with a shudder. “Did anyone else hear that second voice? That didn’t sound like sass. That sounded like… teeth.” Mr. Yellow grunted. “We’ve got a definite parasite situation.” “And potentially a split-psyche magical possession with delayed detonation effects,” added Anton, flipping a miniature scroll. “We should recommend quarantine and magical exorcism, possibly involving sac

My buddy, Adam Page, calls me and says that his mom is hospitalized, and he can't rush back in time. He asks me to submit his competition entry that is due tonight. We're both in the competition, but I have already submitted my entry. I'm just about to say yes to helping him when my mouse suddenly jerks. "Don't you dare click it! If you submit his entry for him, you'll lose your first-place prize and the 20,000 dollars prize money! He'll even go on livestream and accuse you of stealing his work, saying that you cost him the prize money and caused his mom to die because she couldn't afford treatment. You'll be torn apart by online bullying, saddled with a huge debt, and end up losing every

The parasite stared at him. The difference seemed small. Tiny. Almost meaningless. Yet the more it thought about it— The larger it became. Because one perspective created despair. The other created resilience. The parasite stepped backward. Unconsciously. Its confidence slipping. The darkness surrounding them fluctuated. The failed realities spinning around the void became unstable. Something was changing. Something dangerous. Not for Ethan. For the parasite. Suddenly a memory surfaced. Not Ethan's. The parasite's. An ancient world. Long forgotten. A civilization standing beneath dying stars.

"He saved you because you were soft. Because you were easy to control. But I am the truth of his work, Panni. I am the one who remembers the smell of the incinerator." As the green energy arc between our rings began to pull the very consciousness out of my brain, I felt Jinyan’s hand reach out—not to me, but to the ghost who looked like me. His eyes were glazed, the 'Architect' returning to his first love, leaving me to drown in the resonance. And as the Adriatic labs began to flood with a high-frequency scream, I realized the ultimate twist: the parasitic protocol wasn't meant to kill me. It was meant to swap us. And Jinyan... Jinyan was helping her do it. (Watch out for the next Chapter) �

I pointed at it and explained to the room, “That is a mind-link parasite. There used to be one inside me too, but Elias Rowan removed it for me. “Jane used a parasite like this to read my thoughts and steal all of my results. “Just now, I used the parasite-control technique Elias taught me to force the one inside her to reveal itself. “She never had any clairvoyant sight. She’s a fraud.” The moment people saw the insect she had coughed up, the room changed. “So this kind of sorcery is actually real? That’s terrifying.” “The sorcery isn’t the worst part. What’s terrifying is someone using it for their own gain. She stole another person’s work through dirty tricks. She needs to be investigated

I turned toward Summer. "The medical examiner wasn't completely wrong." Summer froze. "How is that possible?" "She really did kill herself. She drove the ice pick in herself. "This wasn't an ordinary suicide. It was induced through deep hypnosis. "Someone used words to destroy her will to live and suggest that she should die." Summer's voice trembled. "Who? Did you see who it was?" "A woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white lab coat. Her voice was very refined." The color drained from Summer's face.