The Web Of Wyrd Novels & Stories

The Threader itself wove through the chaos, needle-fingers stitching the air into portals, its kin spilling forth. *"You cannot win,"* it crooned, driving a needle into Rhydian's shoulder. He snarled, snapping the thread. "Watch me." His scars burned brighter, *answering* the Vale's call. Visions flooded him-the First Wolves' birth, their pact with Nythra, the betrayal that shattered the god into fragments. The Eclipse Crown was one such shard, and Rhydian's scars... a map to another.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.

“What do you mean?” My mother’s eyes darken, the weight of her words pressing down on us. “The magic he bound himself to is called Veydris. It is forbidden—older than wolves, older than kingdoms, older than memory itself. Veydris does not grant power. It consumes. It strips away the soul, devours the body, and leaves nothing but a vessel of rot and hunger. He may seem unstoppable now, but his life is burning away like a candle thrown into fire. A year, perhaps two—and when that flame dies, there will be nothing left of him but ash.”

“The energy required for any such parasitic action shall be reflected back upon its source, magnified by the potential of this prime reality. The hunter shall be gutted by its own strike.” The golden web touched my skin. It did not burn; it sank in, weaving itself into my soul, into the very scar of my bond with Kairi, into the cold void I had cultivated. It was agony—not a physical pain, but the torment of having a fundamental, hostile law branded onto one’s existence. I did not flinch. I did not cry out. I embraced it, letting the cold within me fuse with the golden, lethal web. The light intensified, then collapsed inward, disappearing into me. The process was complete.

The shadow guard sighed and looked up at the moon. "Your mother belonged to a noble family that supported the Empress. At that time, your mother was struggling to decide whether to continue supporting the Empress or supporting the Emperor since your father was the Chancellor, and as his wife, she should be on the same side as her husband. During this time, the First Prince was still young but the Empress had big dreams for him. She wanted her son to become the next Emperor and she would do anything for that to happen. I'm sure you already know what she was capable of." The shadow guard explained. I nodded my head and agreed with him. I saw how vicious the Empress was, there was no use denyin

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

“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

the alpha reminds us. I suppress a groan and fist my hands at my sides. The forest is now going to be crawling with Werewolves trying to track down the princesses. How am I going to keep her hidden?

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."