Novel & Cerita Worm Fiction

Once he nodded, we set off. The undergrowth was thick outside the pack house. The area had not been kept, it was a mess. It was a good thing we weren’t human or we would have been absolutely covered in stings and bites, insects and nettles absolutely everywhere. Sure, we felt it, but it healed almost immediately. Or most things did, anyway. Wolfsbane. “Wolfsbane!” I shouted down the pack link. “Nathaniel, your father is growing wolfsbane! Why the bloody hell is a werewolf growing wolfsbane?” I could feel Nathaniel’s shock through the pack and mate links.

The vivid descriptions of the werewolf's transformation during the full moon had ignited a flicker of unease within me. I couldn't help but wonder about the tales of uncontrollable savagery, where the werewolf would become a menacing force, driven by a bloodlust that knew no bounds. With a tremor in my voice, I posed my question to Freda. "Freda, during the full moon, is it true that werewolves can become menacing creatures, driven to kill without reason or control? Are those stories of uncontrollable savagery based in truth?" Freda met my gaze, her eyes filled with understanding. She recognized the weight of my question, the genuine curiosity tinged with a trace of apprehension.

If not, people would be perplexed as to why a patient would lose red fur, thus she prayed that whoever washed the linens was a lupus garous. Rushing in, Lucian and Trevor first noticed the mess Ritka had created on the floor before turning to look at Ravena, the extraordinary sleepy red wolf. Lucian murmured, "Odin's wounds, she's a royal," beneath his breath. "Hell, Lucian, she'll have a whole bunch of suitors if the word gets out. She ought to be at the veterinarian, though, if she's going to shape-shift without warning, Trevor said. Silva entered the room.

As the members of the Crimson Pack tensed, their instincts sharpened, and their eyes narrowed in anticipation. The air became heavy with tension as the growl reverberated through the woods, causing the very ground to vibrate beneath their feet. Rey's heart pounded in her chest as she recognized the familiar scent—a scent that stirred a mixture of fear and familiarity within her. It was the scent of a rogue werewolf, one who had abandoned all ties to packs and lived a solitary and dangerous existence.

With a blink of an eye, he was at the entrance of the den, he entered and walked through the walls covered in cobwebs and flickering candles, casting his reflection across the stale air. Thick red velvet curtains adorn the windows and fluttered with the wind, Pascal stepped forward and stood before four vampires. His gaze was cold as he studied them, and the colours of their eyes changed to a deep scarlet, a sign of impending violence. "A werewolf in our den?" one of them growled in annoyance. Pascal darted at them with a speed faster than sound, low groans and moans escaped their mouths, and they fell making flesh thuds. Pascal moved swiftly, killing all the vampires he saw on his way until

He asked and turned back to see. "Dad... It's me. I'm talking about myself. Please don't tease me." and she pouted and started looking outside through the window. "I was just kidding. You're my brave daughter of course." He said and then both of them started laughing. The car stopped near a building. " THE TALENT HUNT " was written on the top of the building. Caroline got out of the car and waved goodbye to her dad and walked to the school. Her dad was looking at her till she completely went off from his sight. Then he started the car and walked away. Caroline was in her last year of high school and this school was a pack school with only werewolves and no humans were allowed here. So, it

Their smell would give them away if cats came across their trail; it was impossible to hide, so they planned to shift and hunt when they needed food. Several hours into the journey, they came across an enemy camp. The odor of decaying bodies clued them in to what they'd find before they arrived. Wild animals eating the dead scattered away when they walked into the blood bath. It took little time to figure out what happened. "Vampires," Aster's hushed voice sounded nervous. Esta discovered nine dead she-cats, two of them female children and then unexpectedly a dead vamp. "Some are vamp kills, but some are cat."

Courtship and breeding principles must be observed or be cast out, even (again) slaughtered. Next Werewolves find Vampires to be abominations against Nature. They operate as true wolves, relying on sight and hearing, especially upon scent. Vampires are corpses possessing a spirit, their bodies held in abeyance of decay - BUT Werewolves can smell the rot. Some humans have a psychic scent ability, being able to smell certain aspects of emotions in others, even smelling insanity in another.

And that helped him to quickly sight the wolves that were outside. Immediately, he heard some wolves howling, but this time rather than one, they were twenty six wolves. While this was still happening, Vic sighted a lot of auras coming from inside of the cave. When he looked back, he saw multiples of wolves that stood upright like a real human being. "It is a.. they are Lycans!!" Spiro shouted. "What did you see?"

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.