Worm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

‘Who is she talking to like that under our roof? I don't wait to give him an answer as I barge through the door into her bedroom. “Who the fuck are you—” The rest of my question is drowned under a blinding hot crack that connects with my left eye and the world goes briefly, comprehensively white. Stars. White-edged, spinning, absolute stars, blooming across my vision like a firework that has made a very poor decision about timing.

He stalked down the hallway, his temper rising. Kurnich was not a Lycan that had much love to give. His people had learned that a long time ago. His first wife had died under strange circumstances. They had learned a long time ago that if they ever questioned where she went, they were more likely to join her in the ground. He had thought that he would be able to feel something for his own child, his own flesh and blood that he had forced into creation. Anger was not the emotion he had expected. Nor was disgust.

I was a skilled fighter even though I was still wolfless. But everything between us changed one night in the pack garden. We gave in to our desires and since then we have been sleeping together—Damon have a thick, long cock that would always have any woman hooked. Everyone in the pack knew about us and they had thought we were something serious and that one day I'll become their Luna. That was delusional! "Love? Marriage?" I gave a hollow laugh, turning at him and slipping his hand away from my breast. "Those aren't in my dictionary anymore."

Judith jumped into the conversation as though it were indeed what we had been discussing. Dad sits on the edge of the clothing-filled couch. “It is as simple as stating. I, then your name, reject, then your mate's name, as my mate.” His saddened look forces me to question it. “Why do you look so sad?” I ask. “The fact that the two of you may have to reject your mate after finally finding them will be terrible. Hey, but if one of you rejects a Lycan, Devin is available.” His voice turns high-spirited as he looks at me with hope. “After what he pulled, no thanks. I still care, but he crossed that boundary and cannot return from it.” I huff as I pull a pile of clothes back into my closet into t

Honestly, I never imagined that I would get pregnant at the age of twenty and that I would have a handsome yet childish and short-tempered vampire husband. "What are you looking at?" Danrious asked and raised his left eyebrow. "Nothing. I'm just making sure that you will not run away from me," I answered, and Danrious just gave me a bored expression. "As if I could do that. Rather, I'd like to chain you in my body so that you will never be separated from me," Danrious replied, making me blush, so I quickly looked away from him and saw Daniel frowning at us. "Stop that sweet act of yours! I'm the one getting jealous here! I'm the one who wants to run to the ocean and get drowned because of yo

The wildflowers were in bloom, and then I stopped, for both wolves began to morph and change until they were the two men I was with that evening. The next morning, I woke to the brunette pushing into me and then the blond woke and braced me against him, fondling my breasts, watching the other man. Tingles traveled over my body until I screamed my orgasm, my walls clenching his length as he pushed in and out of me until he, too, found release. Then he pulled me to his chest and his lips descended upon mine, as the blonde pushed into me from behind. He started slowly at first but then pushed faster and harder, my walls clenching his length, until I gasped in the brunette's mouth, and then the

I shivered, it was such an intense feeling. My wolf was grumbling and griping. She was clawing at the bond, trying to shred it. 'He lies. He wants to keep you here!' She screamed. 'He'll never let us go. No college, no getting away from the pack. He doesn't care what you want. He will force you to do what Liar Luna wants!' "Carson doesn't lie to me. He loves me. He will let me go to college. He already promised." I said it outloud, though I was talking to my wolf. I wanted Carson to hear my side of the conversation.

I needed to feel it ruin me the way it did her. I didn’t know if it was wrong to fantasize about my best friend’s husband-to-be like this, but my brain was already spiraling, painting filthy pictures of Damon’s cock—thick, veined, stretching Eunice the way she described. It wasn’t betrayal if I shared what fucked her, right? My cunt clenched at the thought, already plotting, wet and ready to make it real.

"I'm sure you don't mind. I trust your taste. After all, you were his… ex-fated mate." Ex. The word hit me like a physical blow. It shattered what little was left of me. A sharp pain shot through my chest—the familiar agony of my decaying wolf. Just then, my sister, Briony, stormed out of the kitchen. "Enough!" she shrieked, her body trembling. "What do you want from her? Isn't humiliating her enough?" Briony moved to block me, a mother wolf shielding her wounded cub. "You're as selfish and rotten as your mother!" she snarled at Roric. "She only did it because you—"

“If it weren’t for you, Iris wouldn’t have chosen someone else! You scheming wolf, do you think you deserve to be my Luna?” To make it worse, and to sever any ties between them, he spat a secret that could destroy her, “Look at yourself. You're a worthless, low-blood Omega. You don’t even deserve to shine my shoes, yet you dare dream of being my mate?” The words “low-blood” exploded through the crowd like thunder. Everyone turned on Fawn with contempt. Their looks cut like blades. Her face went deathly white. Under the whispers and pointing fingers, she lost it.