Khan Worm Supernatural Novels & Stories

“This article was released five minutes ago as breaking news. There is no way Chloe could have seen anything about it between her leaving the dining hall and passing out.” “I don’t understand.” Chloe glanced between Lucas and Ursula, shifting nervously in her seat. “What is happening to me?” “I think you’re having premonitions.” Ursula was the one to respond to the worried girl’s questions. “But I don’t understand how. I’ve never heard of a werewolf having powers like this. This is something only witches are capable of.” “Hm.”

Taking shape. And they all watched, none of them doing anything as it morphed into what distinctively resembled a Supernatural form. Two arms, two feet and a torso, but it looked unnatural. A freak of everything Supernatural. “Hale do you see this?” Snow asked a hand on his ear. “I do your highness” he replied. “Hold position” he said removing his finger. The things began to make some noise and then they were in motion. There were moving, towards them.

Using most of her strength, she took a closer look at Calleb’s soul and noticed that something was messing with his head and his heart. She gasped when she saw small wriggly creatures eating away his soul. Maggots. The same Maggots feasting on the rotting flesh of the monster that attacked them before. And they’re not just maggots that came from flies and insects and critters. But maggots that are conjured and twisted by a Necromancer. A witch of darkness. Ever so silent, Luntian began to chant a cleaning spell. Calling for the spirit of the fox. A great white fox appeared, and using its claws — it vanished the maggots from Calleb’s soul. But it was only a temporary solution.

“I, Blake Wulfric, elect Lucas Hemming as my beta, to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside me.” Luke followed my lead. “I, Lucas Hemming, accept Blake Wulfric’s election to be loyal to and lead the Midnight Maple Pack alongside him as his beta.” We touched our newly sliced palms to each other, and I could feel a physical bond being formed between us. Once the feeling passed, we separated, and the crowd cheered even more loudly than previously. I looked down to see that my palms were already healing due to the enhanced werewolf healing abilities. We went to join hands with our families, with the priest in the middle who led everyone in a chant. I could hear the crowd below c

“They were enhanced using corrupted Lunar blood and shadow rituals forbidden even by the old councils.” Kael slowly rubbed his forehead. “Wonderful. Ancient cursed superwolves. Exactly what this situation needed.” Ronan’s expression had become deadly serious now. “Where are they?” Darius looked toward the mountain below. “They’re already climbing.” As if answering his words— A horrifying howl echoed across the night. Not normal. Not natural. The sound carried through the sanctuary with enough force to make even the guardian beasts growl uneasily. Then another howl followed. Closer.

Soon, the moths flew up and around Winifred’s body. A minute later, Xyris put the moths away and said, “Boss, I’ll be honest. Your wife was not poisoned by Kodoku, so there was nothing I could find. Since Senior Beggar King has said that the Holy Ice Silkworm will be able to wake her up, there must be no problem.” “Alright.” Tyr nodded. “Xyris, my master says that the Holy Ice Silkworm is the holy object of the Hymenoptera community from Maddox.

especially a King who was half-demon look afraid. "You aren't just anyone," Calhoun said, his voice dropping to a low, rough growl. "My father is a creature of ancient hunger. He has been trapped in the darkness for centuries. You're a creature of pure light, a descendant of the first wolves created by the moon goddess her self, you're the key Jinx." I leaned back against the pillows, my head throbbing. "He wants to release him self from the dark and spread that darkness to the world?"

His voice carried the rough edge of someone who'd recently been screaming. "Demons," he said flatly. "Or it's nuclear relatives." "This is Kieran," Selara introduced. "He specializes in identifying supernatural threats. If he says they're demonic, they are." Kieran sat up despite his body's protests, his black eyes holding atrocities I recognized from my own visions. "They move wrong. Exist wrong. Everything about them violates natural law in ways that make reality itself recoil." "The corrupted creatures," Morwyn said, understanding breaking through. "The ancient weapons your people warred against."

Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.

“Jelena, I am not human. I am a Lycan. The Institute is set up to fight a supernatural war.” Quirking a disbelieving brow, Jelena caresses her hands down my chest and carefully asks. “Are you serious? So you’re like a wolf or something?” I nod my head. “Yes. I am a loup-garou, a werewolf. I am the alpha of our pack.” She looks at me incredulously. “Show me. Show me what you are.” Ready to prove it, I release her from my lips, stand on the edge of her bed, take a deep breath, and close my eyes. My claws instantly retract, my fangs elongate, and my eyes glow. Jelena lets out a startled gasp as she gazes at my wolf form. Once I’ve begun my semi-transformation, I open my eyes and show her my cla