Fanfic Worm Novels & Stories

Daniel answered flatly. “Well, that was rude, and to think I was gonna ask to swallow..” Lust was cut off by Daniel. “No offense, actually no fuck that all offense,” he began his eyes turning and his wings slightly popping out. “I would rather let a demon eating vampire swallow any part of my body before I let you so much as smell my dick. So why don’t you go hook up with one of your brothers. You inbred bitch.” Daniel had had enough of playing nice. All being nice had gotten him was sitting in this damn bar, watching these idiotic sins embarass themselves. “

I need to fix this before I see her tonight. Felix has invited us both out to a poetry reading at a bar tonight and I can’t show up with blue balls or a painful erection, so I free my cock and palm it. I picture Willow on her knees before me, then the image of the fox with their perky little breasts and hard cock pops into my head. Both of them together would be amazing to observe. I imagine the fox and Willow playing at tying one another up and the wolf sucking me off while we both watch, but I don’t cum until images of the half fae bartender joining the wolf flood my mind and I cum with a roar.

I hoped they wouldn’t be annoying; I’d never had a neighbor before. I twist the key inside the doorknob and step inside. My eyes scan the space quickly, making sure it had the basic things, a studio with a kitchen, bed, and living room. All fully furnished and relatively clean. Being a werewolf meant things weren’t ever really clean to us, not with our noses picking up every underlying scent. I shut the door behind me, dropped my backpack, and opened the duffel bag to let Blaze hop out. He looks around before looking up at me, as if asking if this was our new home. The silent question tears at my chest a bit.

Raelynn Alison yanked me back sharply as the slimy creature leapt out at me. I have never seen anything this hideous before. It was a pulsating 3-foot-long worm-like creature in a sickly pink color that faded to an even more revolting translucent gray at the edges.Its bulbous body was segmented not with neat rings, but with uneven, lumpy folds that writhed and rippled as it slithered with unsettling, boneless grace. It approached me, trailing thick, foul-smelling green mucus.

This was something that Michael could not figure out. Emmet thought for a while before saying, “The worm latches onto a person’s body for a long time like a parasite. At the same time, the host needs to be nourished. It’s highly possible that the host couldn’t manipulate the worm during that period, so your grandmother’s willpower overcame the worm’s control of her. But when she was under the worm’s control later, she forgot her past actions.” Michael understood and said, “As long as you can help me to settle this, I’ll reward you generously.”

Just as he was losing hope he found what he was looking for, ‘The Mother Worm’ this worm was a parasite with the ability to bare any creatures off spring. What the mother worm did was once it was ingested whole, it burrowed into the steam of the person or creatures blood and attached it near the pelvic area. After a few months it grew into a womb and during intercourse the semen injected into the body would be sucked up into the womb by force which then would settle down in the centre of the womb and the worm would immediately get to work with the cells of the creature to generate an egg which then will be fused together with the semen and bear a baby.

“I’ve never seen him this happy. Even when Helena was still alive.” WormWhick was quiet for a while, and I wondered if maybe I’d said something I shouldn’t have. I turned back, ready to apologize, but WormWhick was smiling. “I miss her,” he said ruefully. “It was nice to have someone as quiet as me around, it made the silence a little less lonely. But, in many ways, you’re right. He hasn’t ever been this happy because he’d never lost a mate and found another. He’s never had to find happiness in the midst of his own despair.”

"What the fuck has crawled up your butt, Frog? You've been a nightmare to work with for weeks now." Having pretty much been expecting this from Purl, Frog picked up his needle and slowly, angrily began to do a few looms of the new yarn his fellow Fate had provided. "You know damn well why I'm aggravated. This job is thankless and feels somewhat obsolete. What the fuck has been going on with the Underworld? Why are certain toms and no-furs disappearing from our watch? You can't tell me you aren't feeling all the non-Tarsi-created tangles, Purl?"

” I burst out laughing, gripping the steering wheel tighter. ”A worm, Julie? Seriously? Where is this coming from?” ”It’s a very serious relationship milestone, Aiden. Answer the question!” she demands playfully, leaning forward and narrowing her eyes in mock suspicion. ”A regular, standard earthworm. No special powers.” ”Okay, okay!” I chuckle, clearing my throat to match her seriousness. ”Let’s break this down logically. My wolf has an incredibly strong sense of smell. If you were a worm, I would definitely still recognize your scent. So yes, I would still love you.”

It is a foundational, abhorrent, non-negotiable fact about who I am as a person. I was twenty-three, sleeping in the Athens house, when I woke at two in the morning to something moving through my hair across the pillow. I opened my eyes. It was the size of my palm. Eight eyes in two rows, catching the faint light from the window. Jointed legs, each one articulated, moving with a deliberate, horrifying precision across the pillow case. Pincers. I saw the pincers. I cried for forty minutes after I got it out of the room and I am not embarrassed to say so. I would sooner marry Maksim Orlov and wear his engraved collar than voluntarily relocate to a continent where that is a regular occurrence.