Worm Fiction Novels & Stories

I could smell the old pages and the smell of mold made me scrunch up my nose. The writing was fancy, I turned back again to search for the author but there was none. The first page was just made up of two words. “The Vorath" I read aloud. I turned to the next page and I read. They said ‘Vorath’ ate feelings and life energy. Mostly dark energy. Not humans nor blood like ancient vampires but it fed on the spark that ignited in creatures, wolves, witches and humans. And that spark was fear, the dark side of everyone, turning insecurities into something more and fear into a weapon. The more hope withered, the more it grew.

She read what was written in the introduction, biting her lips lightly, eager for what was to come. She begins by reading silently, "He and his offspring were cursed for breaking the rules and falling in love with a witch by her family." That's just what was written on the first page! She furrowed her eyebrows in surprise, turning her eyes to the page next to her "It is forbidden to be the companion or companion of any werewolf from outside its class, witches, phoenixes, vampires, mestizos, ogres, demons, angels.... Humans are all rejected." Her eyes fell on another category, humans??

AURORA'S POV: I don’t sleep, I can't sleep. Not really. I drift, restless, caught somewhere between dreams and nightmares. Every time I close my eyes, I see flashes of silver fur, crimson eyes, trees blurring as I run too fast, too wild. My body still aches, my muscles twitch with phantom memories. My wolf is awake now. She doesn’t sleep, so neither do I.

According to Albert, Zombie lost her way and accidentally entered the enemy den. There, a fierce fight occurred. Vampire that was closer to her helped her. This led to injuries they sustained. M and the two falcons interfered after some time and successfully brought back the heavily injured Zombie. Vampire’s injury occurred in the middle of the escape. M deployed his own subordinates for distraction and escaped with Vampire. Unlike the animals in the other two worlds, the animals residing in The Unknown could grow to a certain extent according to their own will.

Frustration bubbled inside me as I clicked link after link, searching for anything that felt real. Then I found it. An article buried deep in an obscure forum, titled “The Forgotten Threat: Nightwalkers Among Us.” “Guys,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “I think I found something.” They crowded around me as I scrolled through the page. It described creatures that thrived in darkness, their eyes pitch black, their presence marked by death and destruction. The details were sparse, but the fear in the writer’s words was palpable. “This has to be fake,” Zane said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced.

Hambora yelled Causing Doctor Bonnie to frown and turn sharply "Seriously, you all need to relax Okay. Like I said, this is just a rough Experiment, I mixed the Werewolf Cells with the gene of a Frog so what we have here is an hybrid, Half Werewolf and half Frog Okay?" Doctor Explained while Glamora sighed as he placed a new Cigarette on his Lips

I roared. I threw the fang at the Author. It didn't hit him like a bullet. It hit him like a **Virus**. The fang buried itself in the Author’s chest. The "Narrative" wall shattered. The black ink words—*The Hero fell*—turned into violet birds and flew away. The Author looked down at the fang. His white sweater began to turn black. His skin began to grow fur. "What... what is this?" he gasped. "This isn't in the 'Outline'!"

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s

But the infection keeps spreading. Draining the wounds is taking forever, but so far, it's the only thing that works. A shiver runs down my spine. The old stories say Wendigos are cursed creatures, forever starving, forever hunting. But they were never known to have this kind of venom in their bite. My hands clench into fists, my nails digging into my palms as frustration wells up inside me. I need answers. I need to know what the hell these creatures want. But instead of finding answers, my thoughts betray me, pulling me toward another thought.

The little she-wolf continued to run into the woods, her sight blinded by bloodlust. Her vision was red, with black dots representing distinct objects, like the reddish-black coals of a dying fire. Run! A voice in her head screamed over and over again and she obeyed, racing as though trying to tear herself from her skin. The pain was intense and overwhelming, and all she could think of was the pain and flesh: delicious, intoxicating flesh.