Khan Worm Supernatural Novels & Stories

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.

“I suspect she was Alva’himar, Master.” Kolton frowned, and the First Commander said, “Indeed? We had thought the Alva’himar long vanished.” “The Na’Himara have had suspicions about a resurgence of that order. There has been a worrisome increase in incidents involving Dark Magic, in addition to the increased activity by the Goblins. And the strange Minotaur-like creatures -” “The Moran’kaar,” put in Caulan, his voice laced with disgust. Keyla nodded. “They are a direct result of the use of Dark Magic.”

Sheila, noticing the confused Alexander, explained, "The golden sandworm is a rare worm of the Grimalkin. Although small individually, they're formidable when attacking together. It went extinct a long time ago, so I'm surprised to see them again." Sheila, too, was unaware of the potential of the sandworm as it was not recorded in the archaic literature. Alexander smacked his lips, lamenting at how bizarre things could be. Even a Lord of War could be tormented by some miniature worm. "Get lost!" Chroma Stirling got to his senses and activated his Lord of War domain to dispel the worm. Though grievously injured to the point that his flesh was ripped apart, a peak Lord of War would not be easi

Werewolves have a keen sense of smell and are excellent trackers; that coupled with Council’s resources means we have zero chances of remaining hidden for too long. As we headed toward the kitchen tent, my gut twisted with a knot of fear as Tabah went on rambling, oblivious to my thoughts. I was only half-paying attention to what he was saying, something about his sister also being back. Sarah, his sister, had always been a rebel. The last I heard about her, she had gone off to discover Altair and other magical kingdoms on her own. She isn’t employed by either the pack or the Council. It has always been a mystery to me as to how she manages to fund her travels.

His eyes were sharp, his posture challenging. "You're right," Kharo said calmly. "You deserve the truth. So here it is: we're being hunted by an ancient wolf named Lycaon. Some of you may have heard the legends. He's real. And he's using dark magic to harvest souls from our pack." Gasps rippled through the crowd. Several wolves shifted nervously. "Why?" someone called out. "What does he want?" "Power," Kharo said. "He's building toward a ritual. One that requires the deaths of multiple wolves and the capture of someone specific." He gestured to me. "Bliss."

- Who-who? - I did not understand, staring dumbfounded at Tanu. To be honest, it was very difficult for me now to realize that because of my act such a terrible incident could happen as the actual complete destruction of the Reception Hall of the eskh. "Zarda, Irina," the varla began to explain. - These are worm-like creatures that live in the western part of the Dark World, which spit paralyzing poison in order to immobilize their victim, and then, while he is still alive, devour him. Vile, I tell you, creatures. So, our unshakable Keira is the most natural zard! Ooh, I can't stand her.

The clash of their powers shook the very foundations of the world, the battle between light and darkness reaching its crescendo. Kai, an alpheno werewolf with immense power, unleashed his true form, a majestic beast with ten tails, each representing an aspect of his divine authority. However, his chakra, the energy that fueled his powers, was not yet strong enough to sustain this formidable transformation. Alex, Kai's wise and protective mother, watched with concern as her son struggled to control the surging power coursing through his veins. She knew that if Kai's eleventh tails grew, he would totally lost consciousness, the darkness within him, the primal essence of the werewolf supreme go

Emma couldn’t watch that horror, how much blood he was losing, it was impossible unless he was poisoned, but he managed to hack his teeth, to Khan’s neck, when the witch interfered with him, lifting her hand, and rejecting him toward a nearby tree. It was a huge blow that the tree broke in half, and struck the blood in his mouth, leaving him unconscious. Emma screamed with pain and horror, feeling the fire pervading her body when Khan jumped. “You must not allow her to transform, or you are the next, witch!” He told to women, who looked at him in fear. He licked his blood, not yet picking up the claws, his eyes red, like the darkest blood. “My lord, I must not hurt her, she is ...“, but she

he coughed up a black substance, and his eyes widened in shock. “W-What are you d-doing—” he stuttered, coughing up more black substance. “What I should have done a long time ago,” a chilling voice spoke through me, and the atmosphere turned deathly cold. “An abomination,” Khanos seethed, her voice reverberating through me. “A soul like yours shouldn't exist.” Before I could blink, Khanos stretched forth her hand and, without warning, plunged our free hand into Kedar's chest, right into his heart.

He didn't know he was the main target. As he turned to shift, he heard loud shrieks from afar. It sounded like a horde of bats. The shrieks increased as the creatures got closer to where he stood. Kendrick watched them with a hard expression. Kanimas! He hated the lot of them. They were creatures created from dark magic. The had the appearance of bats, only they were larger. They had a single long horn in the centre of their heads, large scaly body and enormous wings. He wondered why there were so many of them.