Worm Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Because I might be. "Oh my god," I let out as I drive away, my hands shaking and my whole body covered in goosebumps. My wolf is still trying to get me to come back and fight those bitches but I absolutely won't do that. That was one hundred percent witchcraft and I don't know shit about it except it's evil, "Oh my fucking god." That's why Farrow is so weak, he's fated to a witch who's fucking consuming him or something... and letting her old friend consume him too? I don't know, but whatever that is, is sick. And twisted. And scary.

“Why would I love someone who was nothing but cruel to me my entire life? You beat me, pissed on my mother’s grave, harassed and humiliated me at every turn. You turned anyone who could have offered me a shred of kindness against me. You made my life miserable and were one of the two biggest reasons I tried to take my own life. Thank Goddess my real mate was there and saved me.” As if I summoned him, Rafe leaps down and stands at my side, arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me close. “Wesley Wrest, I, Makayla Crane, reject you as my mate. I reject the false bond you forced into place using forbidden and illegal magic. And I accept Alpha Rafael Crane as my husband, my mate, and my Alpha.

I paced across the room, my heart racing as the echoes of my last dream still clung to my skin. The furies. The whispered warnings, the icy grips, and the terror—they were becoming more real with every passing day. The eerie connection between me and the Underworld was no longer something I could brush aside.

The sun had long set, casting an eerie glow upon the desolate landscape of the Shadowrealm. Jaxon and his allies, their resolve unyielding, pressed on through the unforgiving darkness. The whispers of the shadows echoed with a sense of urgency, guiding them toward the Forbidden Nexus the place where their shattered bond would be put to the ultimate test. With each step, the air crackled with anticipation. Jaxon's heart pounded in his chest, and his senses heightened. He could feel the presence of the Forbidden Nexus drawing closer, its power calling out to him a twisted amalgamation of despair and longing.

He was almost unrecognizable. The once proud and upright heir was now gaunt, his clothes disheveled, his eyes filled with nothing but obsession and madness. He stared at me without blinking. For a moment, I saw the reflection of myself from another life, helpless, waiting for death on a sickbed. The wheel of fate had turned, revealing itself in this twisted way. Riven shifted slightly, stepping half a pace in front of me, and asked in a low voice, “Do you want me to handle this?”

*Aria* Rumors had a way of making everything louder. Every glance lingered a little longer. Every whispered conversation seemed to cut off a heartbeat too late when I walked by. The letter from Reynold’s Crossing sat folded in my pocket like a hot coal, its words burned into my brain. *Two Alphas circle the same moon.* *A cursed Alpha. A human Luna. A Nightfang wolf who wants her for himself.* Some itinerant traders had put our lives into a tavern story, and now strangers were drinking to it.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, virginity loss, dominance/submission dynamics, and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised—triggers for power imbalance, heat cycles, and intense first-time experiences. CHAPTER ONE Wren was shaking. When she realized that she was only a few months away from twenty and still very much an innocent, she had made the executive decision to sign up for the breeding rooms. Okay, so it wasn't the best thing she could do with herself, but it felt like every single one of her friends were meeting wolves and pairing up; the mating ceremonies were coming faster and faster lately, and here she was still a virgin.

"And? What's the deal? Why would Wren do that?" "I don't know. As far as I know, Kuya Wren cares for Wregan and Carnation, so I'm confused. I can't believe he did all this. He even blackmails me! He doesn't want me to entertain Mauve's book. But hell, I can't do that, niñas here will bully her even more. So I came up with an idea, I entrusted her to Rusfus." "So this Mauve girl is a niña." Farkas's friend laughed. "So the Wrath sin falls in love with a prostitute—"

She was my first true loss in life. The beauty of a dream is that anything goes. In this dream, not only was Sandy next to me at the water’s edge, but we were having a conversation. It was nothing that would have been of interest to anyone but us. We discussed our trips to the park. I asked her what she thought about the frisky collie that was always there waiting for us. To my surprise, Sandy thought the collie was a snob. We talked and reminisced and tee-heed for some time before we were joined by Frank and the blonde woman from the movie theater. That’s when my dream turned into a nightmare. Frank looked so much healthier than he did during the last few weeks of his life. He was more like

Can it be. I laughed at what my ridiculous mind is thinking. First, it thought my mother was a werewolf. Second, it's confuse whether me and my twin's a werewolf. And third, assuming that I'm an alpha's mate. Oh jeez, this is just funny. "Uhm, Why are you laughing? "Only now did I realize he has his one brow lifted up as he look at me confusingly. "Oh, it's because of my mind. It kept thinking weird stuffs. "