Khan Worm Supernatural Novels & Stories

"I want her distracted. I want her breaking." He carved a sigil into the air, and from it emerged a creature not born of this world—a shadow beast, taller than any werewolf, covered in black scales, with eyes like coals. "Send them all." Mia's POV The alarms sounded just past midnight. I was halfway to the nursery when the howling began. Not wolves. Something worse. I burst into the warded room. Kato stood with his hands raised, shielding Nyx in a dome of golden light. Sybil was already casting symbols into the air, sweat pouring down her temples.

Han wasn’t very grateful for Scott’s words. Wolfmen were not to be trusted. He had had fifteen years knowledge from the monks to know that. They can control humans with their supernatural powers to do their bidding. And he’s almost sure it might be what was controlling his sisters. “The Cold Prince have a reason for hating on supernatural creatures. They’re supernatural and are void of human feelings” Han voiced out. Scott turned coldly to him. “What are you saying, Han? So you know that prince is here to kill right?” Lydia looked disappointed.

"Someone who understands. Trauma. Dimensional travel. Psychological damage from impossible experiences." "That's actually a good idea. Surprisingly healthy. Very un-Luna-Queen of you." Thorne smiled. Tired. He wasn't sleeping either. Too worried. Too aware through the bond of her struggles. "I'll find someone. A specialist. Someone who gets it." He did. Dr. Sarah Chen. Not Alpha Chen's relation. Different Chen. She specialized in supernatural trauma. Had worked with wolves who'd experienced things. Impossible things. Reality-breaking things. She understood. Really understood.

There you are, she thought, her lips pursed. Embedded in the base of his spine, hidden in the nerves, was the unmistakable energetic pattern of a Sorrow Wasp, one of the deadliest creations of the Guxani Sect. Microscopic, bred in ritual, and enchanted to drain the host slowly. And worse, it was sentient enough to resist standard extraction.

It stood right beside the border, like a fortress built between the human world and the werewolf realm. I kept walking, planning to pass the property without stopping, when a sweet scent suddenly filled the air. It smelled exactly like the candy I loved as a child. But this wasn’t just any scent. It pulled at me with an invisible force, making it hard to think about anything else. My wolf woke up at once, restless and eager inside me. Without thinking, I followed the scent through the thick bushes. The closer I got, the stronger it became, filling my senses until I could focus on nothing else.

I looked down at my skin and it seemed to shimmer, capturing a hidden sun within me. I startled when I saw my parents, frozen in fear. My mother knelt, hands folded, while my father crouched protectively beside her. Their eyes were hypnotized, staring at the full glowing moon as it peeked from behind the clouds. With each passing second, it grew larger, pulsing like a heartbeat, a voice of anger in its glow. Then I saw her—Tara. She stood at the edge of the tree line in her wolf form, growling, teeth bared, eyes burning with pure hatred. I tried to scream, but my voice wouldn’t form. I struggled to my feet, panicked.

Charlie hurriedly thanked him and said, “Thank you, Master Lennard. I’ll certainly be extra careful.” Chandler then said, “Also, Falco Xanthos has an extremely eccentric personality. He is extremely vicious, and he has raised a native parasitic worm. It is said that he has already raised it for twenty years, and aside from growing up drinking Falco Xanthos’s blood in the first year, the parasitic worm relies on eating living people’s brains as food. It is extremely dangerous. Young Master Wade, you have to be extra cautious.” When Charlie heard this, a cold aura flashed through his eyes!

The sky had turned black, and thunder rumbled, shaking the foundation of the building. He slit their palm and joined it with his, still chanting. “Lumar en draeth… Shavan tor me’ruul… Velkor… Velkor… SHA’NATH!” Some kind of being like a worm crawled into their eyes and started eating at them, and they entered the body through their eyes. Their body started shrinking; from their head, they suddenly went bald with barely any hair, their skull became visible outside, and their skin started to decay. After there was nothing more to eat, those flesh-eating parasites crawled out of their body in thousands and into the cauldron filled to the brim with his blood.

"We don't abandon each other." The hunters shoved me to my knees beside the glass chamber. Vale circled us slowly, speaking into her microphone for the cameras and the livestream audience. "Here we have two examples of supernatural corruption. Sarah Chen, a fire-wielder who has concealed her abilities from society. And Maya Cross, the White Luna, capable of destruction on a scale we've never seen." She paused dramatically. "Today, we show the world what happens to those who threaten human safety." I managed to inch closer to Sarah's chamber. The silver shackles made my wrists throb with pain, but I pushed through it. When I was close enough, I whispered so only she could hear.

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.”