This Is Your Brain On Parasites Novels & Stories

It screamed at me and I just ignored it. "Parasitic Gun" I said that my gun appeared at the same time that whoever it hits will have a parasite in their brain and it will cause me to control them, but it is necessary to put the bullet in my brain, because if the body part is mine, it will only have the effect of a normal gun that will only cause wounds to the enemy...

"In every case, at the junction between the cerebral cortex and the brainstem, we identified an unknown parasitic organism. It wasn't detected in the initial autopsies because of where it was located." The image zoomed in. Thin, golden, thread-like organisms were coiled together inside the brain tissue, forming what looked like a symbiotic structure. A wave of quiet shock passed through the room. "We've provisionally identified this as a cortical parasite. It appears to secrete a substance that significantly enhances concentration, memory, and logical processing, which may explain the victims' unusually high academic performance before death." The parents stared at the screen, struggling to

A middle-aged man in a gray cloak emerged from behind a partition screen depicting the landscape of a mountain scene. He lowered his head in deference. "Yes, Your Highness!" Yuvan inquired, "Is there any way to detect the parasitic toxin within the woman?" Wayne's voice was grave, "It can't be detected. It's just a tiny threadworm hidden in her brain. Even if they cut off her head, they won't be able to detect it. The threadworm only responds to my commands, and for now, the woman won't show any unusual signs."

Every time they moved her body thrashed in pain, her heart hiccupping. Damonq’s light moved to her developing brain. The parasites were fewer there, much fewer, but they were beginning to increase in strength. They washed through and some remained, building a nest. He attacked them first. Little one, hold on. We will get rid of these things causing you pain. He wasn’t good with children, but he felt sympathy for her. More than just sympathy, but he thought that might be a reflection of what Elina felt. He worked carefully, meticulously, driving the parasites from the tiny brain, all the while looking for any anomalies and abnormalities. He took his time, even though he felt urgency to aid th

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.

Sharon's brain transplant surgery had already been completed. Originally, even Second Pops hadn't been confident about such an unprecedented, extremely high-risk operation. But to get back at the Stantons for me, he'd forced his way through the technical difficulties and swapped Sharon's brain out for the "idiot's brain" she'd prepared ahead of time. I stared at her curiously. Now that she had an idiot's brain in her, would she really become an idiot? The Sharon I saw now had drooping eyes and a slack mouth. Drool leaked out whenever she moved even a little. She sure looked like a fool, but when my gaze swept over her, she still glared back at me with a mix of humiliation and rage.

“We need to lock up the Manor from now on, at least until he’s clean. We don’t know what he could be driven to do.” I raised a hand, trying to digest what they were saying. “You think the parasites can make him do things? Because I can get the mood swings. I mean, what you describe sounds like a Pavlovian response: the parasites learned that if they press a given button, they get food. So they cause him a migraine to make him take pills, and there you have pain and addiction, snacks for two. What you’re suggesting sounds too next level.” Amy managed to keep her snort to an annoyed huff.

I had no idea when I would be let out. All I could hear was the rustling sounds from the rats, cockroaches, and other bugs that scurried around. It was so horrible that I cried hysterically until I fell asleep from exhaustion. The next time I woke up, I sensed the rats nibbling at my ears. I learned not to fall asleep, or the rats would chew my ears off. Somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, I heard it—the grating sound of metal against metal. Suddenly, light flooded into my eyes. My eyelids glowed red, every vein illuminated. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. Light wasn't supposed to exist here.