Worm Fiction Novels & Stories

LUCIEN’S POV The dream started like a storm, pulling me into chaos before I could orient myself. The sky above was blood red, swirling with angry clouds that crackled with lightning. I stood in a dense forest, the air thick with the stench of blood and fur. Growls and snarls echoed all around me. Shadows moved in the trees—werewolves, dozens of them, their glowing yellow eyes locked on me. My body tensed, instincts flaring as I realized I wasn’t alone in this fight.

I ran my fingers along the spines and chose one at random. I spent the afternoon wrapped in a blanket, reading tales of old Velmora legends, of star-bonded wolves and rivers that whispered prophecy. They were unlike the dark, distorted stories I read in Crimson Dusk. These weren’t just stories, they were songs, prayers, and truths wrapped in poetry.

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

Even corpses lacked the punch that this stuff possessed. The good news was that I immediately remembered where I’d smelled the stuff. It had been in the forest with Draco. I suppose the creature hunting us had been a Wendigo. The bad news was that my body demanded I expel every trace of the wretched scent in the only way it knew how. Meaning, I vomited all over the floor. Definitely not my proudest moment. Orion watched with a condescending smile as I upheaved the contents of my stomach onto his pretty marble floor. I spat out the taste of vomit and snarled, “You could’ve warned me!”

The boy was confused what was his childhood friend doing in the forest she warned him about. Following his curiosity once again, avoiding waking up his mother Jason heads towards into the forest. In the forest. The trees were very sturdy and dark brown, holding a flashlight Jason wondered into for about 10 minutes looking for Clara until. 'Crash!' a large explosion happens nearby causing a tree to fall. Jason rushes over there to see what happened, to stops by the fallen tree and observes a fight. Clara holding a black sword was fighting something that Jason thought only existed in fairytales and movies, a huge Black wolf with spikes on it's back, it had blood shot red eyes and yellow claws,

That seemed to amuse the old woman if not delight her and she let out a bark of laughter, moving back to the seat she had been sat in moments before and gestured to both younger women to sit as well. "Open the window," Dagmar motioned to her niece as she pulled a packet of cigarettes from the pocket of her grey cardigan and fished a cigarette out. "Might as well get comfortable, this might be a long story." "Story is one way to describe it." Ursula grumbled as she reluctantly opened the window to let cool winter air in. "It's a myth that werewolves used to tell their pups at bed time." "But don't all myths come from some kind of truth to begin with?" Chloe asked curiously.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ MIMO'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 A month has taken its place, and I finished writing my first ever werewolf tragedy love story. I made it so steamy that he will not reject reading it. I kept getting nightmares about what happened to us in the hotel, and that moment has inspired me to write some scenes in the story.

Roger walks over to her and goes down on his knees, "Jessica I need to tell you something, I'm not a normal guy, there is something different about me. Fifty years ago, I was hiking in the mountains of Romania and got attacked by an animal, I lost a lot of blood and was in the hospital for weeks on the edge of life, then suddenly I started healing fast, the doctors were at a loss and couldn't explain it. I left the hospital as if nothing happened. That night I was visited by a strange man who told me it was him that attacked me and that he was a werewolf, I laughed it off but he transformed in from of me and told me that soon I will be able to do the same. That moment I was scared out of my

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."