The Web Of Wyrd Novels & Stories

A force pushed Wymond back before he could touch elder Marshall, which made him frown and elder Marshall smirked victoriously. "The idiot is under a protection spell" Renee growled. Wymond growled loudly, his mouth suddenly breath fire and fire also consumed his whole body. I was scared for a second thinking elder Marshall has cast some kind of spell on my mate, but then I remembered Wymond's partly dragon -this must be his own doing. He ran through the spell and before elder Marshall could react, Wymond's already grabbed his neck, lifting him off the ground. Elder Marshall raised his right hand to cast a spell, but Wymond grabbed it and ripped it off his shoulder causing elder Marshall to h

Zyra exhaled slowly, her hands trembling slightly from the intensity of the spell. Marcus watched as Zyra placed her hands over the parchment, closing her eyes once more. He felt a shift in the atmosphere, a darkening as she summoned her powers. Her tribid nature—witch, lycan, and vampire—coalesced within her, making the air around her thrum with energy.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

Low murmurs ripple through the hall like a rising storm, the weight of unspoken judgments pressing against my chest. The elders, draped in ceremonial robes, move toward the central platform with the solemn grace of those who have seen centuries of bloodshed and hard-won victories. Their faces, etched with wisdom and battle scars, remain unreadable as they take their places. In the middle of a circle of wolves, a frail, trembling figure curls inward, barely clothed, her skin too pale against the flickering torchlight. A vampire—small, human-like, and fragile-looking—yet undeniably dangerous.

He was talking so fast, it was like his words were over lapping each other at times. “Remember the Shadow Syndicate? I can’t stop thinking about them. According to the witches, they were thought to be extinct. But now, they’re back. And working with wolves. I couldn’t help thinking that maybe they play a huge part in this prophecy. Could they be what we are all waiting for?” He spread out the book down, and fumbled around through the book. He made a satisfying hum after he found what he was looking for. He walked over to a separate table and placed a map flat over its surface and jabbed a finger at the eastern.

"Okay, I won't laugh. Continue." "That dashing caterpillar had everything in his life he could wish for. Green leaves to eat all day, green brunches he could enjoy for. He had Everything. But at a certain point of time he started to feel suffocated with all these green, he started to feel dissatisfied with his life and with his green friends, families. He didn't wish to live his life anymore as green for him was darkness. He searched something in the green brunches which he also didn't know what he was searching for?" Aspen says with a deep and warm voice. "What was he searching for?"

now Aza's voice looks disbelieving, how could there be a world like that, witches, vampires, werewolves, isn't that just a myth? The more Aza thought, the more confused he was with the contents of the book. Or maybe this is a fairy tale book that he accidentally read and fell asleep, while sleeping the book hit his head so that he forgot that he had the book and read it last night, ok like that. "Argh! No logic, no logic, no logic! What the hell!" Aza grumbled in frustration. "Aza! Come down! Let's eat!" At the moment the confusion in Aza's mind widened, Aubrey's voice was like a savior for Aza who was thinking so hard that he was confused by what he was thinking.

I'm inside a different circle inside the magic array, that is not connected to the children but there is one line it's connected to, and when I looked ahead the line, there's another array ahead but that array is empty. After a few moments, the Witches circled the array and started chanting some words that I couldn't decipher, while the werewolves and vampires cut themselves and poured their blood into the array. The children then started shouting in agony as different colors of light slowly comes out of each of their bodies, and the light made its way to Cedric. To be continued.

Sashi said while continuing from writing. "Wraith? Ah, you called me once like that before. What is that anyway?" Clark ask while giving all of his attention to Sashi. "A wraith, an evil ghost. Those who died with wrong doings in life. Like that." Sashi explained. "Ahhh." They stayed like that for a while because Sashi need to finish taking some notes. Clark just observing her the whole time. "Stop staring, I can't concentrate here." Sashi said without looking at Clark.

My parents had been killed by Goblins and some of our fellow fairies were killed by werewolfs. We called our home as Enlaja where all kinds of fairies are there. The fairies have 3 kinds. The mosega are the ones who looks like a monsters but they are still considered as fairies and one of us. They have the ability to transform thereselves in trees, birds, or anything in the forest. The pixies are the ones who look like tinkerbel. They are tiny and cute that literally a fairies and they have the ability to make poison. They are the fairies who maintain the beauty of nature and cater the fairies who are sick. And Lore are the fairies who looks like a human and I am one of them. We have the abi