Khan Worm Supernatural Novels & Stories

She pressed her hand to his chest against his protest but then snapped it back with a shriek. "I warned you," Thorne shrugged nonchalantly, "I'm a Hellhound, my body uses Hellfire to mend itself — the one thing every supernatural is afraid of." The witch smiled which had me convinced that she was thoroughly psychotic. She moved to Victor who growled in warning but she clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and said, "Fine, but if you ever want that tongue of yours back, you know where to find me."

Kayson said, “Captain Whitman, please hold on for a second. This might sting a bit.” As soon as he finished speaking, he enveloped the scalpel with his sword aura, He slashed at Captain Whitman’s arm, and a black, earthworm-like creature slithered out of the wound along with the blood. The creature fell into the bucket, and Kayson hurriedly sliced it in half. Captain Whitman shouted, “What the hell is that?!” ‘Why was there a worm inside of me?!’ Kayson said, “This is a poisonous worm known as the Blood Seeker. It's fortunate that it just entered your body not long ago. If you had kept it inside your body for a few more days, you would have turned into a dried corpse.”

The Dragon he was with didn’t understand him nor did he understand Qykerth. Prince Queseon sighed and rested his head down as he continued reading about the Sun Dragon Clan, ‘Maybe I should show this to him, will he be happy?’ he wondered. When he was done reading, he opened the book on parasites and flipped through it. 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.

She shrugs her shoulders. "Can he perform magic.I mean the hypnosis on Lucas?"I glance at Hercules. "I can't but I know someone from Kihomara who performs magical rituals. The high warlock of Kihomara.He can help us."Hercules answers. "You sure I mean someone from the arch enemies of werewolves.The epic war between Prince Ekon and the werewolves is well known to every supernatural creature."Chase again interrogates him.Traces of distrust is clearly evident in his demeanor .

She flips to the next page and continued reading. MEANWHILE Devina closed her eyes and visions flooded down her memory. Doctor Oscorb could be seen moving aimlessly in his lab, trying to figure out what happened. And in another scene The huge Beast could be seen tearing a man apart. Devina opened her eyes slowly and nodded her head negatively. "Woe unto you scientists for you're the genesis of supernatural Crises." She said. She smiled stupidly and then frowned suddenly. "Woe unto you hunters for something greater than werewolves has risen." She said.

"And you have done nothing particularly about the lasting existence of the monster and Kharl Sterg's bastard in Nutusel..." She sat on the bed again and continued. "Knowing that the customs will never allow such." "It is the same customs which states that Sporge, as the hunter of honor lives and associates with spirits and supernatural beings. Now, the spirit has given Sporge a daughter; and you, the Duchess of Nutusel believes the customs would want me to send her out of the village?" She sat slightly for a while, then stood and walked to a single-seater metal chair padded with foam. She sat on the hand of the chair.

"You have to feed your friend." Back in the room that Liana knew too well, Hellen was crying. "It's okay," Liana knelt in front of her. "It's all going to be okay. We'll get out of this alive." "Shut up," RK said. "Liana, you're are going to remove that cloth from her mouth. Hellen, don't dare scream or I'll shoot your brains out and feed your body to the animals." Hellen nodded and Liana pulled the cloth and let it fall to her neck.

His howl shattered pyramids, split mountains, and silenced gods. “He came,” the creature whispered. “The Wolf of Dreams. He slew my master and gave me freedom. He called me brother. And I followed.” Alder saw flashes of war — armies of light and shadow, gods and wolves, witches chanting in madness as Khaenat moved through them, devouring their power, seducing them with promises of eternity. Their screams became his song. “I took their strength, their breath, their love,” he said. “They called me the Lover of Death. I called them meals.”

He had long heard that the Secret Sect families in Capital City were infamous for raising venomous creatures and cultivating toxic worms to control their subordinates. "No! You can't kill me!" The elder was consumed by terror. Desperate, he burned his life force and summoned a pitch-black container. From it crawled an unending swarm of black-armored centipedes. The swarm spread like a dark tide, numbering in the millions. The centipedes surged forward, covering the ground and sky. A single bite from these creatures would not just poison the victim; it would consume their spirit, turning them into a mindless puppet. "Gold Devouring Voodoo Bug? So, you raise voodoo bugs. Interesting," Chase re

My heart dropped. “You see,” the demon continued, “treasures always demand a price.” Her voice drifted like smoke. “If you want the truth, go to the Stormspire Mountain. Every answer you seek waits there.” The doors burst open as the werewolf elders stormed in. Outside, strange, soft-bodied creatures were fighting the police—boneless, writhing, crawling across the garden like massive larvae. I stared at them in horror. The worms. “Oh,” Thalmyr giggled. “You’ve found my little gift. Do you like it?”