Whor Novels & Stories

This woman should be on mood stabilizers. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the reigning champ,” says a familiar Kiwi accent that I absolutely loathe. “Whiro. Still alive I see,” I say in a bored greeting. “I’m a hard man to kill. Plus, I couldn’t die before stealing your title,” he says smugly. Whiro is a proud Māori assassin who named himself after the Māori God of all evil. Not sure this is the best way to show cultural pride, but that’s not my business. He is the most arrogant son of a bitch I’ve ever met – well one of them – and somehow he has survived the last dozen Tournaments, though he’s hated me more and more the last three years for beating him.

My vision had gone blurry, and I could taste metal in my throat. I was 50 yards away from the subway when the wall beside me fell with a loud crash. A Tier Six zombie, 13 feet tall and covered in spikes, roared as it charged at me. Its claws swiped loudly against the air. The hit was far too fast for me to follow. I couldn't dodge. Judging by the trajectory of the attack, it would land on my chest. Was I going to die here? I just came to this world… No, I wouldn't go down without a fight. I widened my eyes and held my bayonet as tightly as I could, bracing myself for the lethal hit.

After some days, in afternoon, Hoor was sitting in the living room , when she saw a beautiful girl entering .Mary was also behind her . She was also looking really happy after seeing the girl . "Hello "the girl around 24 or 25 greeted . "Hey "Hoor said getting up , she was confused and a bit nervous. The girl infront of her was really beautiful and Hoor wasn't even a bit confident about her own looks . A lot of doubts and questions were entering her mind regarding the girl and her relationship with Arhaan.

[Worg -Mystic rank] Level 76 [Pyro Worg -Unique Rank] Level 78 Mutated HP- 3400 CON-340 ATK-560 STR-112 DEF-75 DEX-15 Speed-57 AGI-57 Mana-210 INT-42 [Skills- Horde(Mystic) Bite(Mystic) Agility Boost( Elite) Tail-cleave (Mystic) Flame Art (Unique)]

The king said. Damien gulped, his eyes made contact with Tierra's. His jaw clenched and he swung the whip again, hitting her on her stomach, then arms, legs, face. Just every inch of her body. And during the torture all Tierra could do was cry out in pain. _______

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.

"No. Not exactly. A wormhole acts as a gateway to both space and time but a portal is more like a gateway to space and not that much connected to time itself, though it can serve almost the same purpose of the wormhole." "Okay..." Natasha smiled, "Henry would kill to enter this place." "What was that?" "Oh, nothing. Just someone I know..." Carter appeared from an elevator, donned in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black slacks. "Natasha!" he greeted her, adjusting his glasses which were rounded at the corners. "Hey," Natasha responded as Carol approached him, leaving her standing next to a glass compartment containing a device that was shooting lasers onto a wall. "I see you bro

He appeared a few seconds later, his hair still damp and a grin on his face. “Hey, Wrath, good to see you,” Rebel said. “We’re having church, but out here. Get the sweet butts to the basement rooms. All members and prospects present for this one,” Nitro said. “Got it,” Rebel said and left as quietly as he had appeared. Nitro turned toward Whitney and gave her a dazzling smile. “Welcome to the Road Warrior’s clubhouse. A friend of Wrath’s is a friend of ours.” “Thank you,” she said softly.

Spirit wrapped her in a cloak of feral precision, every movement honed and merciless. Tora was the hammer to her knife. She caught the first beast full-on and slammed it into the ground, fire sparking on impact. When two more rushed her, she swung wide, her fists igniting as bone and shadow cracked apart under her strength. Every hit sent embers flying, until it looked as though she fought in the heart of a forge.