Wonder Under Fusible Web Novels & Stories

If she had already left the path before, what harm could it possibly do? Slowly, Janice walked toward the white mass which as the distance lessened began to take shape. It was long, a bit over five feet, and not very wide. As she came even closer, she could tell that the white was some sort of furry covering over the actual object, and thinner lines of white suspended it connecting to a tree on either side. Spider's web. Janice thought to herself as she walked forward, her pretty red robe making a soft shuss sound as it rubbed on her bare legs. Whatever the “gift” was, it was in a cocoon made of the spider's web.

"A bridge to what?" "To a miracle that is also a curse," Aris said, his eyes wide with genuine terror. "The fetus isn't just a wolf pup. It’s a hybrid of the highest order. It’s absorbing the residual magic from the silver collar you wore for days. It’s hardening its own skeletal structure with the very metal that was meant to suppress you. It’s building a cage of silver and shadow inside your womb."

“Just put your mouth and hand on it, suck very gently, and move your mouth up and down. And make sure you avoid using your teeth.” As I’d imagined, it felt amazing. The sparks emitted by the bond and the feel of her mouth on me were like nothing I’d ever experienced before. She worked intently, following my instructions. I guided her gently as needed, but found she was a natural. I watched her as she bobbed her head up and down, glancing at me for reassurance, her enchanting amber eyes locking with mine.

The thing shrieked and disappeared beneath the surface in a spray of black water. “Move!” Fabian hauled Amon up. “Both of you, move!” We stumbled across the rest of the bridge and collapsed on solid ground. My head was spinning. My thoughts felt sluggish, like I was thinking through water. “What was that?” I gasped. “Class C Mesmer.” Miranda was checking Amon’s leg where the thing had grabbed him. The skin was pale and bloodless, with marks that looked like sucker wounds. “You’re lucky Fabian moved fast. Another few seconds and you’d both be in that stream.”

We emerged into a cathedral of Indigo-Black Silk, where the walls were not stone, but billions of microscopic, vibrating filaments that hummed with the collective heartbeat of every mate-bond ever woven into the Loom. I stood at the center of this web, my sunset-gold fire feeling suddenly, terrifyingly Leashed. The air was thick and sweet, smelling of crushed violets and the electric ozone of a forced connection. My scepter of absolute command—the wooden key that had survived the century—was vibrating in my hand, its black-emerald light flickering as if it were being "Pushed" by an invisible tide. "Darlene, the threads... they’re reaching for the iron," Eryx’s voice was a low, strained rumbl

It was a wave of pure, unedited narrative, a story that had not been approved by any curator. It hit the grey net. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a single point in the net, directly below us, began to glow. A spark of gold against the grey. Then another. And another. The sparkles multiplied, racing along the geometric lines, not breaking them, but transforming them. The grey net began to shimmer, to iridesce, turning into a web of impossible colours, a tapestry far more beautiful and complex than the original cage had ever been. A shiver seemed to run through the planet below. I couldn't see it, but I felt it—a sigh of relief on a global scale. A door swinging open in a house no one k

Her wrinkled yet beautiful hands commenced massaging me on my back. I decided to enjoy the dream as much as I could, thus, I hugged her back, a little too tightly. I was afraid to let her slip away from my grasp. My mom was my best friend and when she left the world, the only hope to survive was Ethan, one about whom I didn’t even wanted to think about and make the cause of ruining the dream, which was a little too real.

The web's strands seem to be made of a dark, ethereal material that pulses with an otherworldly energy. As we watched, the web began to glow with an eerie blue light, and the strand starts to vibrate in an ominous hum. Beyond the web is a series of gleaming silver platforms hovering in mid-air, each one surrounded by a holo of cracking electricity. The platform seems to be suspended by an invisible Force, and they Pulse with a powerful, magical energy, On the far side of the moon, a massive dragon -shaped simulator stood in a body mesh of interlocking metallic scales.

It had the body that as big as 3 vans joined together. The monster was sticking on its web house where its head pointed to the ground, and it's butt pointed to the sky. Its dark green color body had yellow linings on it. On its broad back, the markings of black formed like a demon skull tribal. Its two eyes were closed. And the 16 legs that were sticking on the web were like pointed spears that could pierce even a metal. But one thing that interested Yman was its lustrous web. It looks like some kind of durable wire. He could find some uses of it in the future.

Unfortunately, the hat wasn’t large enough to cover her whole head. Gabe chuckled, shaking his head. “No, Rufus. You have it all wrong.” He glanced back at Emmie and took her hand to bring her forward. “My good friend, look closer.” Gabe removed her hat and lifted her chin toward the sliver of moonlight pouring between the branches of the tree. “These delicate features don’t belong to a boy—but a woman.” Rufus gasped again and stepped closer, his eyes now narrowed in scrutiny. “Indeed, she is a woman.” He laughed. “Oh, thank the good Lord, Gabe. You had me worried there for a moment.”