The Web Of Wyrd Novels & Stories

I sighed seeing her clearly unhappy with my answer," it is... a lot of different things. The creation of a fire witch and an alpha wolf. It doesn't mean that I was always going to end up this way, it's just how fate decided." She knitted her brows together," what do you mean?" "There was a bigger chance I would've been a wolf or a witch. Not a hellhound," I paused and tried gathering my thoughts," those who are born into this roll usually lose their identity after our first shift and the council takes us. It's been a constant battle to contain Cinnabar." My wolf snarled angrily as I let her in on more. He was the biggest driving force in keeping Eloise in the dark. Worried that we would driv

Still, he didn’t blame her, there were similarities in the dressing of both kingdoms, and Liines was the closer of the two. A piece of cloth hanging from one side of the carriage covering a part of the sticks of bread held the insignia of the kingdom of Verizholt. The well-crafted drawing of the eight legged arachnia of the outwor… eatherworld, he amended. The creature was famous for the textile strength and flexibility of its webs and feared for its unreasonable size as compared to the arachnids native to the world. Craftsmen over the years had tried and failed to weave the webs into something wearable for the sake of protection in times of war. Worsening the blow of such failures was the f

“This pack will be our hiding place, you just need to say the magic word, that would remain hidden for now. I traced my finger to the boundary of the witches' and wizard’s palace the Trigonia. “This is Trigonia.” A tall, majestic tree appeared, and a cute house was around. “The place of witches. I have their support in this coming war.”

What if another hungry wolf would appear out of nowhere? "Reed Knight-" She stopped when she saw a sudden burst of flame a few feet from her, and there he stood, staring at her with his sea-green eyes tainted with a fiery red glint from the candlestick he was holding. "So impatient, aren't we, Lady Lewis?" She glared at him subtly before walking towards him. Now that there was a little light, it was enough for them to see what was inside the building. "Why is this building so old and creepy?" she asked herself when she saw so many cobwebs at the corners and ceilings. The walls had a lot of bleaks and the things around were broken. The rebels really did a good job ruining everything in the vi

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

Cover courtesy of eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m. ********** This is a particularly dark erotica with horror elements. Please read with caution. ********** A wave of power coursed over me and I suddenly wanted to curl into a ball. His fury was like being caught in a whirlwind. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He shoved me back against a tree and caught my chin. "You think you're a clever girl but let me be very clear. You open this pretty mouth of yours..." He trailed a thumb roughly over my lips. Dragging over the bottom one. "Not only will I have you thrown in WitchFall, but everyone you care about."

I asked them once they all managed to sit down again. Oro's hands shook as he took a book from the table in front of him and opened it. He coughed and arranged his collar a little bit. A nervous tic. "Emm. My King and Queen" he started "since we realised about the prophecy many years ago. We have actually had several special wolves who dedicated their lives to the cause, investigating any shift in the balance of the realms. And that way would be able to inform us of any change in case the prophecy came near. We do not know if we have an enemy yet, we do not even know if there is an enemy.

Wilbur glanced up at the web in the sky, then looked down at the mist below. At that moment, the mist abruptly gathered up and formed a black sphere. Hadirt stood within the sphere and glared menacingly at Wilbur. A sudden sense of foreboding welled up within Wilbur. Then, numerous tendrils extended from the black web above, swiftly entangling the cultivators in the sky. Wilbur watched as a cultivator was pulled into the web by the tendrils, only to be instantly consumed. Streams of energy flowed through the network of the web, all converging into the black sphere below. Hadirt was absorbing the energy from the cultivators!

We hung there together in a vortex of possibility, floating in a balance of possible futures and worlds seen and unseen. I held him in my hand, exquisitely aware of ancient secrets. Yin and yang, sunlight and shadow - brave knight, fair damsel. As well, strength of arms dashed against crafty witchery - succubi and night walkers, brave men ravished by night spirits for their own amusement. The Witch of the Wind quested the points of the compass, poised in that instant between intent and action. The summer wind swirled, and my blood answered - another instant, and I would have been swept away by my own red tide. My mind swirled with possibilities, with personalities - every aspect of the Mothe

Yesterday had gone well, but there’d been a moment where it was touch and go and my blood runs cold every time I think about what could have happened if I lost control and the mages got their powers back. “What’s wrong?” Soren finally asks with a small frown. I’ve been pacing like a caged tiger and he’s been very patiently trying to ignore me while attempting to read. Hilda found the book in the huge library Arlo’s pack has tucked away in an underground fortress and tasked him with checking whether it contains anything useful. Apparently we’re not the first werewolves to have a run-in with mages. The book is titled: Illusions and How to Dispel them. So far it hasn’t offered up anything of pr