The Web Of Wyrd Novels & Stories

In my haze of grief I realised my wolf was confused, everything looked different. The moon was bleeding, and the light in the sky had turned red. The world was crying. A huge blast erupted and far away we could see a huge blazing fire. Places were burning, people were burning. The moon was burning down the world, back to ashes. Just like I had wanted it to. I knew I was doing this, commanding the world to die like i was feeling inside I didn't know how he got so close that I didn't perceive him, even my wolf was weak to his stealth and control. He was right there before we realised he was.

“The Forest of Wyrd is a place of immense power, but it is also shrouded in mystery. If the counterbalance exists, it will be there. We must prepare ourselves.” Emma nodded, her resolve hardening. “Then that’s where we go next. We don’t have a choice.” The days leading up to their departure were spent in careful preparation. Crane worked tirelessly, poring over Haverstone’s journals and cross-referencing maps to chart a path through the Forest of Wyrd. Callan shared what little they knew about the forest, warning the group of its illusions and the dangers that lurked within its depths.

Blood dripped to the floor as Beth shrieked in horror. The thing—the witch—lifted its head, its face no longer human, but a grotesque mask of hollow eyes and a mouth stretched into a wicked grin. With one swift move, the witch grabbed me by the throat and squeezed. I gasped for air as her grip tightened, my legs kicking helplessly beneath me. My mind raced, panic flooding my system. “Beth, run!” I choked out between strangled breaths. Beth hesitated, her eyes wide with terror. “Jack—”

Whirling around, I see him fall into one knee, struggling to brace himself upward as his other leg seems to be pulled back behind him, the web having spun itself around his ankle, dragging him toward what will be the dark, obsidian centre where he would be held until nightfall. The shadow splits into tendrils, consuming his foot first before creeping up his leg as it drags him backward, controlled by forceable magic that brings it to life. Each section of web is like a working limb, able to manipulate itself around ones body. Scrambling through soggy leaves and bracken-like ungrowth, I grab his hand, not allowing fear to grasp me as I fight against the power of the magic, knowing darkness, a

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

The Witch The Veil tastes different tonight. It trembles like a spider’s web touched by something newly alive, vibrations spreading through threads older than kingdoms. Most creatures cannot feel it. Wolves especially—so bound to flesh and instinct—rarely sense the deeper currents of the Veil. But I am not most creatures. I kneel within the circle carved into the stone floor of my sanctuary, fingers hovering over the basin of dark water before me. Moonlight filters through the broken roof of the ruined temple above, silver spilling across ancient runes worn smooth by centuries of prayer.

I had intended to break her, to firmly remind her who exactly she married but the moment she stood over Gerald, cold and completely unbothered about the pooling blood, something stupid snapped inside me, she looked so damn good playing the boss. And then this bitch broke my nose, I touched the bridge of my nose, wincing slightly as a fresh throb of pain shot through my face. I pulled over at the secure yard a few blocks away from the warehouse, stepping into the cool night air, I washed the blood from my face and stripped out my ruined shirt, staring into the cracked mirror of the locker room, I looked deep into my own eyes. Rowan Moretti had officially declared war, he had shot my brother,

The living room was inside, and the bedroom was even further in, but Christine suddenly felt the fluctuations of magic, which immediately triggered the 'Mage Armour' on the magic ring on her left hand, and she immediately flew out of the room. But it was already too late. A huge spider web covered her, Nazan the mage and the maid. It was a second level spell called 'Spiderweb'. This spell can create many layers of tough, sticky silk threads. These threads are similar to spider silk, but much thicker and stronger. They will entangle living creatures within range.

It is actually the Moon Goddess’ plan all along. I try to find the family link and a link to one of my parents. I yell, in my head, “Dad!” I hear nothing in reply. I ask Willow, “Are we under a spell that keep us from linking anyone? It feels like there is something blocking it.” She replied, “There was another herb in your breakfast.” I asked, “What herb?” She replied, “There was a small amount of wolfsbane in the gravy too.” I growled, “Willow, you are now in charge of keeping me from wolfsbane.” She replied, “You got it, lady.” I sighed, “Now, I just need to keep trying the link.”