Psychic Parasite Novels & Stories

"I see…" Ashton muttered, his gaze drifting over Elise and the rest of the women. He finally understood why Blossom Hall, under Elise's command, was serving the Sage. "You may not understand how terrifying the Heart-Devouring Parasite is, Mr. Gray. You see, once it acts up, it feels as though a thousand needles are skewering your body and soul at once. "It's an agony so profound that once you've tasted it, you would do anything to avoid it again. It is because of that that we can't risk betraying the Sage.

With Raven's explanation, Philip finally understood what the parasitic scarecrow was capable of. No matter who touched these scarecrows, they would be parasitized, fall into a frenzy, and start attacking all living things around them. Now, that person had already fallen into a state of frenzy, while the scarecrow sticking to him got plumper. It was as if it was about to become a living person. Suddenly, the fight started. That person's first target was Philip, and he rushed straight at Philip. Although everyone could not mobilize much energy now, the parasitic person was different with no limit at all.

“What aren’t you telling me?” “What you’re feeling is the effects of something called a morphling. It’s a type of paranormal parasite that attaches itself to a living being and feeds off their essence. It feeds off them till there is nothing left. The morphling is an automatic death sentence. There is no way to save the host because the moment it latches, the person's essence is corrupted, evil, there’s nothing salvageable of the host.” Ezra explained with a shrug and a deep sigh as he ran his hand over his face and through his hair. I blinked in surprise and looked at him like he was certifiably crazy.

Jack asked, “What plan?” Alex pointed at the parasite that was locked in the bottle. “We can use this.” The parasitic disease was terrifying because it would listen to every order from its owner. It’s the mother of said parasite that granted such power. This meant that the person who cursed Leanne had a mother parasite in them as well to gain such powers. Alex wanted to use this parasite to find its mother. With a brief explanation, Jack understood what he meant. He nodded. “Alright, Mr. Rockefeller, I’ll organize an event to gather all of Leanne’s employees. Sorry to trouble you once again, Mr. Rockefeller.”

No matter what. The beast sighed quietly, listening to my thoughts and being afraid to interrupt their correct course. But what can I do now? The best thing to do would be to talk to Arthur. But what if he wasn't really there in the dream? What if it's my sick imagination and the possibilities of a parasite? Yeah, that's why the parasite decided today to kill me not with fear, but with the help of happiness and pleasure! No, it was definitely Arthur. Real. And it seems to have destroyed the parasite.

As I walked through the streets of Chicago with a small box of crap from my desk, I felt almost like a zombie; like my physical body was there, but my brain was a million miles away. I wasn't even crying anymore... I just felt empty; like I didn't have anything going for me anymore.

I grab him. Not hard. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to hold. “Easy,” I mutter. To him. Not it. “Stay still.” He struggles. Of course he does. Because he’s not in control. And neither is the thing inside him. Not anymore. “You can’t remove me,” it snarls. “Watch me.” I focus. Not on the body. Not on the movement. On the presence. The thing inside. The shadow. The parasite. I reach, not physically but mentally and I grab it.

while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches. She even twerked aggressively at the end just in case divine energies were into rhythmic spiritual offerings. Nothing happened. Not even a sparkle. Not a puff of smoke. The shrine just dripped. The worst part? She still didn’t understand anything. Theo being a spirit? What kind? A celestial one? A cryptid? A tired one with abandonment issues? She had no clue. All she knew was that Nexus—whoever that glittery beaming menace truly was—had probably set her up like some divine prank show.

Derek stood, protective instincts flaring despite his human state. "The parasites would have killed them as infants. These children, they're immune to parasitic influence. Can't be corrupted, can't be controlled." He stepped inside, and I saw the exhaustion he'd been hiding. "I've been moving them constantly, keeping them hidden. But she"—he pointed to little Mona—"she's the catalyst. They can't hide anymore." "How many?" I asked. "Forty-three confirmed. Maybe more worldwide." "All hybrids?" "All impossible. Phoenix-wolf. Shepherd-bear. Combinations that shouldn't exist but do." His eyes found the baby. "She's the strongest yet. The call she just sent, every parasite in existence felt it too

Alexander looked at him without blinking and suddenly stood straight. “However, dear father, those years of my life I spent with you, I indeed learn many things. I learn how to survive. I learn how to beat you back. I wait and wait till the moment come and I was so lucky that someone helped me…” He laughed. It was not a happy laughed. It was a mockery laugh. Lucas looked at him in confused and his paled face turn into anger as he heard Alexander’s next words. “You think you are sick, huh? You are paralyzed because of tumor in your brain, yes? And that was the doctor I paid told you.”