This Is Your Brain On Parasites Novels & Stories

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.

“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.