Worm Fiction Novels & Stories

" One by one, others followed. --- The next two weeks were a transformation. Wolves taught vampires how to fight in coordinated units…how to read pack signals, how to maneuver during fights, how to use the terrain. Vampires taught wolves how to move silently, how to strike from shadows, how to fight in darkness without relying on sight. I watched it happen from the sidelines, my body slowly healing. The bloodroot had done something to me..something permanent. My bones knit faster than they should have. My strength returned in waves. By the end of the first week, I could walk without limping. By the end of the second, I could run. Rylan found me one evening, studying a rough map we'd drawn of

I have no idea. We’ve never found the bodies, signs of struggle, clothes, or personal effects. After Rosie, Cadoc’s new mate, recounted all the people her folks have lost—it would be impossible to hide so many dead on pack land. That means we’re looking for a predator that can transport its victims. The bog worm is out as a suspect. As I throw the last vertebra, pitching it so it buzzes the kid’s ear to see what kind of reflexes he’s got, I allow myself a small measure of satisfaction.

I stared at him in even more confusion and blinked my eyes rapidly trying to grasp what he just said when my head start to hurt, the pain started small and it advanced and before I knew it all I could see was black. I was awake again, only this time my head doesn't hurt that much anymore and I remember who I am but I'm not in the same place I was before I blacked out. What is this place? There's blood everywhere, the smell is driving me crazy, I have to leave before I kill someone. I tried to stand up but my legs felt like jelly. I regained my balance and tried to find my way out of this strange place before I turn full vamp. As I went farther away the smell of blood reduced and my urges les

Instead it was a fiction book and I almost threw it up frustrated but an instinct just told me to read through. So I got up, locked my door to avoid any disturbance, relaxed in my bed and started reading. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Three hours later, I was shivering by the time I got to the end of the book because what the actual hell? It was a thrilling tale, a captivating romance but that is not the point. I hurriedly brought a pen and paper and jotted down some things that I had learnt from the book. According to this fiction, the Vorlaks were the first line of magical creatures created by the moon goddess and they were powerful, very powerful and beautiful until the moon goddess decided to create the w

I apologize. But for those who like it, don't forget to check my other book. I also have a new ongoing one (PULSE: A CONTRACT WITH DAMIEN.) A seven in one book. Let's give you a sneak peek shall we? Vampires -Death. Fae's - Darkness. Demons - Agony. Werewolves - Curse. Humans - Fear. Witches/ Warlocks/ and Beasts - Dark magic. DOOM(HELL) - ALL. ALL THE SPECIES AND THEIR TRIBULATIONS.

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

Maybe it all came from the lingering frustration about every little thing since my little family reunion at school. I tried not to think about it. Or anything else in particular but as you know it’s quite hard to keep your mind blank, so yeah, not much luck. I switched on the lamp beside my bed taking out my Creatures of the Moon book, I was reading something about Wendigos the last time if I could recall well. Vicious creatures, I tell you. These were the true creatures of the night. More deadly than vampires in my opinion. I sighed through the pages buying out time, as the minutes whisked away.

" However, just like every other person here, I too am finding it difficult to connect with the story. I mean, the Omega girl, though has been said to be all sorts of things, would not have a reason to kill the moon goddess. In fact, the moon goddess stood by her in a very awkward manner. The moon goddess even considered such a lowly thing like her to be the mate to our honored and respected heir apparent. It is the dream of every young lady in our midst to climb that mountain and become the Luna of the pack. Why would she now do such an awful thing?" " I will tell you a short story. " The alpha king said and rose from his throne. " My own father told me the same story. A frog and a scorpion

Emma's heart pounded against her ribcage as she surveyed the chaotic scene before her. Men—no, werewolves—writhed on the dusty concrete floor, their bodies contorting in agony. Guttural moans and agonized groans filled the warehouse, echoing off the metal walls like a macabre symphony. The stench of fear and sweat hung heavy in the air, making Emma's nose wrinkle in disgust. She could almost taste the metallic tang of their suffering on her tongue.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***