Bridge Worm Novels & Stories

I didn't expect them to be here. "Hearing Tristan's words, Mango was completely stunned." So what exactly are they? "They are a sort of poisonous worm that was made by humans. They breed fast, and they like living in a cold environment. Once they encounter a living thing, they will immediately bite through their skin and permeate into their blood vessels. Gradually, they will occupy the human's internal organs until they are completely hollowed out. Like what you saw, they are long and thin. If there is only one of them, it can't be seen clearly if we don't look carefully."

I swivel my head in the foggy direction of the noise, squinting into the darkness with a pounding heart. “Everyone stay quiet,” Axel whisper-shouts. He leans closer, eyes narrowed at the sound as if he can take it on all by himself. Something jumps out, and we all startle. It scurries right past us, furry tail hanging high. “Holy shit,” Ryker breathes out. “It was a fucking squirrel.” “Goddess,” Talon sighs, his face looking nearly as pale as Ryker's. I’m about to breathe my own sigh of relief when a familiar, dastardly voice calls through the darkness, “That’s not the only thing that was waiting for you boys.”

Millions of poisonous white threads followed behind them like shadows. Xerxes, who was last, cried out loud. Since he was running for his life, the wind blade from his sword wasn’t powerful enough, so Martiny and Claudia had to join him to fight off the enemies in the end. “Alex, what did you say this was?” Xerxes shouted at Alex while fighting the bugs. Alex said, “An infestation！It’s a leveled version of parasitic worms. They are extremely cruel and are being controlled by someone. If the queen is here, the owner has to be nearby. They could even be watching us secretly in the dark, waiting for a chance to attack.”

There was a ring of spikes around what you might call its neck and then a smooth, conical head with no mouth or any other opening. “What should we do?” whispered Jenny. “Don’t move,” I said. “I think it responds to vibrations.” This was a guess, but based on what May-May had said about larger groups attracting it more, and every movie I had ever seen about giant worms (more than you might imagine), it seemed a strong possibility. “What about sound?” said Jenny, her voice even lower now. “That causes vibrations too, doesn’t it?” She was right but I didn’t have an explanation for her.

Wren smiled, shook his head, and replied, “OK, well, first, if you are calling either of us this early on a Saturday morning, there is a reason. Second, we had a nice night; that is all you need to know about that. Third, Lindsay woke up this morning with a headache that rivals the ones she had right after she got hurt, so she is not doing very well right now. Now, back to my question of what’s up? If you are calling now and apologizing in advance, it has to be something big.” “Mike Sims and I caught something in the Sycamore River just upstream from the access by my house. As for what it is, I can’t tell you. It is this big, pink, worm, eel-looking thing. If you need to stay with Lindsay, t

Liz couldn’t make a sound although her mouth seemed to be trying to ask, “What kind of party is this?!?” Barl, seeing her reaction soothed, “Liz, this is a meeting of the “Walking Stick Club”, the only requirement for membership is that you have at least an eight inch cock when erect, we meet once a month here because it’s so secluded, and also because it has enough room for the thirty people who usually show up.” Finally able to speak, Liz asked, “Do you have to, you know….,”