Khan Worm Supernatural Novels & Stories

"Who's the 'someone' that you are talking about?" Kasper looks at her for a couple of minutes. The guardian saw the different emotions in his dark red eyes. For the first time in his life, he was feeling anxious, he thinks that he doesn't know himself and could not control some of his actions since he meet her. "It's... It is the werewolf hunter. I think that she is my mate," Kasper responded in a low tone. The guardian was stunned because of what she heard. "What should I do guardian Kitsune?"

I choke in a desperate whisper. I sat down, my head spinning from the overwhelming emotions as my breaths grew shaky. Her facial expressions never changed and it was at this point no one was getting through to her. Defeated, I hid my face in my hands, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees as uncontrolled sobs escape my lips. I hear chanting in a language I don't recognize. I look up at Victoria and her eyes were closed as she continues to chant. I saw a white glowing light surrounding me and let out a calming breath. I look down and saw I was levitating half a foot off the couch.

In particular, the one in the middle, who was looking at her like… Like he wanted to eat her alive. Nora was a human. She had no connection whatsoever to werewolves. There was no reason that they should be paying attention to her. She tried to focus on the podcast that she was listening to. Some true crime thing that she’d been obsessed with for a while. “…and they found the body in the woods….” a soothing, woman’s voice was narrating the hideous details of a necromancer who had been murdering people to bring them back from the dead. Maybe it was weird that she found listening to other people’s grisliest traumas comforting. But there was something about knowing that everyone went through thi

this is what our researchers have deemed to call it. A madness of sorts that consumes the minds of those of the living, and this fever causes them to yearn for those that are in the land of the dead" she replied. "People that are alive, your normal wolves would want and yearn for their relatives and loved ones that are dead and live in hell now" said Queen . "Madness fever gives them the ability to crack the barrier and to gain access. As of now we have several in captivity and are undergoing further research. We do not know what that has to do with the prophecy though" she added

Mason’s hunger was fading fast. By yesterday’s measure, he should have craved thrice the food he had before. But he scarcely nibbled at the bowl that came his way, eating less than evermore. Was it the time of change? In nature’s course, the insects’ fate was to transform in shape and state, such as the worms that gorge and spin to weave their cocoons from within. “What ails you, my Mason?” I raised the DV and set it to record, pointing it at Mason and placing it on a stand. “Come hither, let me see your form.”

" Sophia? What do you mean Sophia? Sophia must have been dead by now. How àm i going to meet her. ?" Badmus shook his head . " No , chloe . Sophia is alice and well . Very well. " " Is that even possible? That can only be possible in two ways. " Badmus said nothing but just stared at her. " The first one is that she must be a witch.." " A witch?" Badmus asked. " Yes. That has to be the only way through which she just have charmed them.thriugh. ' " And the second one is…" " She just disappear e. "

What fantastical narrative is this? "According to the sorceress's far-sighted visions of the future, the Dark King is not of this world. He is a werewolf from another realm. Should he win the Moon Goddess' battle, he'll gain the power to open a portal to his world, which could unleash catastrophic consequences on our planet. That's why the Dark King must perish at any cost," Howard explained, his resolve clear. "I will not release the antidote, no matter what."

“Are you that much of a coward? If that’s so, I might just end you here and now.” “No, Alpha!” they all voice it one by one. The witch’s chants grow louder, and the spirits press closer. One by one, they lunge—spectral wolves merging with the living bodies before them. Their flesh twists, and their bones start to deform. Screams fill the area, a mixture of human and not. Ronan watches in disapproval as the wolves he grew up with convulse and scream, their bones twisting in unimaginable ways as their souls fight against the external intruder.

He growled through the pain, spinning around and launching himself at it. But the third, the faceless one, had wrapped around his back leg. It dragged him down with impossible strength. His body slammed against a rock. He coughed hard, blood spilling from his mouth. One of the demons snarled like it would feed on him, but suddenly released him. Torin didn’t understand why. “The Khora lives within him…” They paused. Their bloodthirsty expressions shifted. One hissed and backed away slightly, sniffing the air around Torin.

Hambora yelled Causing Doctor Bonnie to frown and turn sharply "Seriously, you all need to relax Okay. Like I said, this is just a rough Experiment, I mixed the Werewolf Cells with the gene of a Frog so what we have here is an hybrid, Half Werewolf and half Frog Okay?" Doctor Explained while Glamora sighed as he placed a new Cigarette on his Lips