Worm Fiction Novels & Stories

I pulled it from the shelf and sat down at the table, flipping it open. The first few pages were filled with the usual stuff—founding dates, town milestones, and the kind of folklore that every small town seemed to have. But as I read further, the stories grew darker. Mentions of strange disappearances, shadowy figures in the woods, and whispers of creatures that hunted under the full moon. Wolves. My breath caught in my throat as I skimmed over the passages. It wasn’t just talk of wild animals. There were stories—centuries old—of people who could shift into wolves. People who lived among the townsfolk by day but became something else under the cover of darkness.

It was not only bullets thundering through the warehouses but also the wolves growls and snarls and the sound of flesh being torn apart. “Still here!” I called back, my heart racing as another spray of bullets peppered the area around me. Then the sounds of gunfire died down a heartbeat later. Bodies littered the warehouse floor—some groaning, others still clinging to their uneven heartbeats. My breath came in short gasps as I surveyed the carnage from behind my pillar. “I think that's the last of them,” Roland called out, kicking away a gun from one of Rose Sky Pack's fallen men. Flesh and blood both from males and wolves scattered and I can’t tell which is which even with my werewolf sense

Those beautiful yet sharp eyes regard me with the same intensity that they gave me in my dream. “Well, fuck.” I curse under my breath. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, any idea what on Earth is happening? Do tell your theories in the review/comment section. Thank you and stay safe! P.S. Clarabelle's story is called "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" and it is available here on GoodNovel.

The mortician reported a three inch vertical slit to each wrist, bruising on the inside of her lip, and chunks of her hair missing. Definitely not a suicide. Sadly, the suicide rates have gone up tremendously so nobody really bats an eye. "Jordan's right. Don't talk about it while Jess is here. We can work when she goes back home." I say out loud, knowing their ears will pick it up. Yes I'm different from the two and hybrid my mother was a vampire while my father was a werewolf I posses the two ability,I can feed on blood and also shift.

“The ‘why’ I don’t know…but the how…they have a few witches here working with them. I overheard them talking about it last time I was taken for feeding. They’ve gotten close, from what I heard, but the venom kills the wolf during the shift. Usually, our accelerated healing repairs us as fast as we shift, but with the venom in our system the wolves have been dying half-shifted.” “So, they’re killing off the human side, to leave a venom deranged wolf…but then the wolves are dying trying to shift?” I was horrified at the images in my head. She nodded. “Who would do that? Why would witches be involved?” Fiona shrugged. “I don’t know why. It’s just what I’ve caught whispers of…” The door rattled

I worked. I buried myself in emails, proposals, schedules—anything to make the world feel normal again. I didn’t even notice how late it had gotten until my screen started to blur from the strain. I shut my laptop, stretched, and grabbed my phone. Just for distraction, I opened a random video and let it play. One clip led to another. And somehow, I found myself deep in a rabbit hole of cryptozoology videos, voiceovers, blurry woods. I watched a shaky documentary about how some werewolves weren’t bitten at all. Some were born into it. Some lived hidden lives in cities, hiding their senses, their strength. They could heal faster. See in the dark. Move without sound.

Rise of the Chemical Werewolves In the heart of the city, a new threat simmered beneath the surface. A clandestine organization had developed a potent chemical compound designed to enhance human abilities, but its unintended consequence was far more sinister. Unbeknownst to the public, this chemical not only granted extraordinary strength and agility but also triggered an uncontrollable transformation into savage werewolves. Reports of bizarre attacks flooded the city. Victims transformed into monstrous creatures under the influence of the chemical, terrorizing neighborhoods under the pale moonlight. The authorities were baffled, struggling to contain the sudden surge of violent incidents.

I can feel myself starting to drool, anticipating the crunch as I eat them to the bones. One long, bloody tongue sticks out to licked clean the bloody splatters on my huge crimson paw. I gazed down at my blood-stained red fur. I leaped to viciously bite the neck of the nearby werewolf, turning the earth an even redder shade as I joyfully ended his life with a blood-curdling howl. ______________________ "Uhm..." I moaned as I got up slowly. I did not expect to doze. I smiled as Foxy huddled closer. I feel bothered with my weird dream just now. Who was that wolf? I stand and put my little fox on the ground as it happily munch on the beef jerky I gave him.

He barked out a laugh, “No, it’s just the three main factions, Werewolves, Witches, and Vampires.” Somewhere along the conversation, they had started walking again and now stepped into an open foyer where large portraits hung from the walls. “This shit just keeps getting weirder and weirder, Like I’ve been sucked into a bad fantasy romance novel.” “What’s so wrong about a bad fantasy romance novel? I thought you girls ate those things up like candy,”

My black paws pounded against the earth, kicking up moss and broken twigs as I wove through the dense undergrowth of yet another unfamiliar forest. Shadows clung to every tree like mourners, their limbs twisted and charred from fires. The rot, ash, and blood stench lingered as a pungent reminder of the world’s decay. I wasn’t just running from rogues anymore. These weren’t the typical lone wolves pushed too far. No, what hunted me now came from every corner of the supernatural realms. Vampires. Warlocks. Feral hybrids. Things that should never have been allowed into this world. It was as if every realm had emptied its prisons and sent the filth here.