Conqueror Worm Poem Novels & Stories

//Chandra Margaret// What kind of feeling is this? I feel like I'm lying in clouds whenever our lips touch. Waitt--- did my worms are now grown up? Why does it feel like my worms is now butterfly? Flying freely on my tummy. My toes feel so weak to the point I have to put my arms around his neck so I won't fall on the ground.

“Allow me to present the former King Alexander of Beeveland.” The girl sniffed a couple of times. “Where’s that when it’s at home?” It was obvious she had been mixing with the hoi polloi recently rather than polite society. “He recently conquered Ormond,” Beauregard, ever loyal, put in. “Never heard of it.” “Refreshing, ain’t she?” Flora said as she nursed her baby quite openly. “Well, as diverting as this is, we don’t have time for a wild goose chase,” Xander remarked.

The creepy like-parasite bigger than the size of a human is crawling down from the walls of the ship towards them. Like it deceives your eyes the worm's speed is fast as the speed of a running dog. Mike gathers his breath but this time he only puts a little power. "EVERYONE THERE IS SOMETHING AT THE TOP! DO NOT STOP RUNNING! RUN AWAY FROM IT!" With his loud voice, he gathers everyone's attention to look up and saw the worm-like creature crawling to them. "GAH! What the fuck is that!?" "I don't want to be eaten by that!"

"I don't stop until the world is mine. And she... she is my entire world." I turned back to the screen, the image of Sara Lockwood staring back at me. "Hold on, Sara. The Conqueror is coming to burn the Twilight Zone to the ground."

But instead, it's another one of those strange poems that comes out of me. "He who's lost will come back again, at the other end, no longer a friend. "Two are the faces of those in command, grander schemes to darken the land. "The monster's den remains wide open, giving the traitors nowhere to hide." My spirit rushes back inside me, and suddenly I'm aware that I'm kneeling on the ground, my clothes soaking up all the cold water from the melting snow. I look around vaguely, only to be shocked by the sight of a perfect ring of melted snow all around me, almost like I emitted a ray of heat.

“The ram charges fiercely, always bold, While the bull’s might can never be controlled. The twins they deceive with their tricks and disguise, And the crab hides its strength within its pincers wise. The lion roars with pride, a majestic sight, While the virgin’s purity keeps her on the righteous side. The scales will test your balance, fair and sound, And the scorpion’s sting is fearsome, renowned. The archer’s arrow never misses its mark, And the seagoat climbs mountains, even in the dark. The water bearer pours knowledge, pure and true,

his teeth are gnashing against each other which made me tremble in fear. I feel so small, so vulnerable in front of this man. Every time he is near, he makes it clear to me that I am always the cornered rabbit inside the werewolf’s den. His demand for my presence in this place confuses me, especially when I am not that special anymore compared to his three concubines who are the princesses from every Kingdom under his new Empire. Who am I to be kept by an Emperor? I am no concubine, I am no princess… I am nothing but a servant who looks so helpless and pathetic inside a thin cloth that merely hides my body from the eyes of the man who glares at me hungrily as if he is ready to devour me whol

~Clifton~ The demon Apolyon told me about turned out to be a mighty worm that adapts to any color of the space he is in. More like a chameleon that blends into any object it finds itself on. The worm was quite big and had an internal pouch that he stuffs with things, including me. The worm's pouch could pass out as a comfortable bed because of its soft texture. It brought me into the room Xyana was being held in. And when I saw my mate, her heart broke a thousand times.

He read me again even his were glued on the road. " I want you and desperately like you, Ava. If we are moving too fast then we will take it slow. I'll try my best to take that fear away Ava but--" He looked at for a second then exhaled heavily. "It is you yourself are the one who needs to conquer that fear." "Just don't kiss me Blake so we can move on." I swallowed the lump in my throat again the that is the time he squeezed my hand tighter. I am a coward.

At the moment, she can stand here to talk with him calmly, is already great courage that she never thought off. "Mr. Owl you're like a sun that shine brightly to everyone, people can see and feel it but they can not touch it no matter what unless they're not afraid getting themselves burn. With such a distinguished family, status and power that you own it's easier to kill me with a lil touch as if to crush an ant. I have no reason not to be afraid of you."