Conqueror Worm Poem Novels & Stories

I slowly closed my eyes, her desperate screams filling my mind, remembering that damned day, the terrified look in her forest green irises momentarily flashing before my eyes. I have failed you... Please, forgive me... A single tear escaped my eyes as I opened them, once again watching her brother continuously cry and hold her body close to his, that single scene breaking me over and over again. How could we be so stupid...so blind... Another rumble followed, right before the ground simply split in half, the other three Horsemen emerging from the very depths of my sweet home, one by one. First came out Conquer, riding a pure white horse, his shining blade victoriously twirling in the air, hi

My back collides with the soft bed and I settle down after a few bounches. I look up with dread. With straight lips and clenched teeth he was unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes were intense and cold. A shiver passes through my spine in dread. My body starts trembling at the possibilities of what he is thinking of doing. “I still haven't destroyed your dreams, love. I will destroy it bit by bit. Everyday, your dreams will be destroyed a little bit and at last...." I shake my head when I see him throwing his shirt away. “a new dream will flourish and that will be me. Your dreams will be filled with me in it."

There was a loud ' SCREE' followed by an ugly squelching sound and the tongue reappeared . It was just that it had a huge drooperworm in his mouth ( * dooperworm is an imaginative worn with white slimy body like that of an earthworm) . The drooperworm were really hard to found in the capital , not only did they liked dark , dingy places , they were hard to keep with their body that resembled the size of a child miniature toy car .

//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.

Conqueror... A title only meant for people who strive to reclaim the lands from the monsters to humanity. The Conquerors are one of humanity's hope including the adventurers. Conquerors command the people to their glory to reclaim the lands. No Conqueror could have achieved the feat of conquering the lands on their own without an army and no people can achieve conquering the lands even with superior numbers without the lead of a Conqueror. The way to gain the title is by achieving great feats in countless battles and polishing your skills. Harder than being an adventurer could do.

"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.

“Let’s see it.” I turned the paper over, and revealed the poem scrawled in pencil on the back. Down the streets of woodland black I wander, earth to hearse In every tree I see a wave A looming tidal curse On the cusp of something greater Stood ankle-deep in floodwater Stagnant pools of brown and red The onslaught is coming; I dread For each dark night and each pearl day The mist does clear too soon The floodplain is drown’d again The water, torn from its ocean womb

The moist surface squished under the impact, a sound that turned my stomach. “Bloody snake?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do you know where we are?” I searched the darkness for something—anything—that would give me an answer. The faint light of the worms revealed nothing but the same fleshy expanse I had seen before. Then, something caught my eye. Two worms had stopped crawling. They faced each other, their mouths opening wide like serpents ready to devour prey. Before I could react, the larger worm lunged, swallowing the smaller one whole. Its body doubled in size instantly, wobbling as it digested its meal before shrinking back to normal.

You are a slow killer, opening the Gate to others, before sending Your victim to the grave. Your face is too ugly to behold, And your canines, Devastation With a capital D Your hands are covered with Thick soot ready to paint people black And your embrace is like that Of a boa constrictor, excruciating In effect. You have proved a menace to the world And carelessly have broken Millions of hearts. You are as quiet as the graveyard But your stings are worse than The scorpions