Worm Fiction Novels & Stories

Immortal Desire - vampire, werewolf, witch - a fantasy-based story with dark romance and erotica (you can take a peek at this if it suits your genre taste) - completed 2. Midnight Feast -werewolf - this is a little dark. I don't know how to say it. See for yourself (I like this so much) -new book/on-going 3. The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going

The world felt broken. I was holding Fia’s hand so tight my fingers hurt, but I didn’t care. “Don’t let go,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I won’t,” I promised. “I swear.” Shadow-wolves were everywhere. They weren’t like normal wolves. Their fur was dark and twisted, their eyes hollow and empty like something had taken their souls and left the bodies behind. Black veins crawled across their skin, pulsing with dark magic. One of them leaped toward us, teeth bared.

“Janea, something is really wrong. First, the dream of an unknown vampire killing me, and now this. Something bad is happening and I think I’m right in the middle of it.” She didn’t respond, just looked at me with worry in her eyes.

The world outside had begun to shift. Strange phenomena spread across the werewolf territories like wildfire, unsettling even the bravest among them. Packmates awoke with disturbing dreams of a wolf they had never seen—its eyes burning crimson, its presence shadowed in mystery. There were reports of wolves howling in unison beneath a blood-red sky, as though answering a call they couldn’t understand. Rivers, once steady and predictable, began running upstream under the cover of night, twisting and turning against nature itself.

Low murmurs ripple through the hall like a rising storm, the weight of unspoken judgments pressing against my chest. The elders, draped in ceremonial robes, move toward the central platform with the solemn grace of those who have seen centuries of bloodshed and hard-won victories. Their faces, etched with wisdom and battle scars, remain unreadable as they take their places. In the middle of a circle of wolves, a frail, trembling figure curls inward, barely clothed, her skin too pale against the flickering torchlight. A vampire—small, human-like, and fragile-looking—yet undeniably dangerous.

It contained everything a wolvire could do, in this case, of course, an ordinary wolvire. Hugo's temper tantrums when a passage in the book explains that Wolvire's wolf-form bite or scratch to a vampire is more deadly than the usual wolf-shifter bite. Vice versa, if Wolvire is in vampire form, then their bite at wolf-shifter will also be more deadly than ordinary vampires. However, that did not apply to the wolvire named Barbara.

"If Dymian and the Worgens win, enslaving and reforming the werewolf race will be just the beginning. Power-hungry psychos are never satisfied; they always want more. Don’t be surprised, but furcans aren’t the only wolf-breed in the universe." “There’s more?” I gaped at her in disbelief. A scream cut through the air, and my gaze jumped to the metal drums. -

My laptop screen lit up into the dimness of my dorm room as I typed the same words again and again in the search bar: longing, physical ache, connection, bond, supernatural symptoms. I half expect nonsense, fanfiction, folklore, bullshit paranormal blogs. But the more I read, the more a horrifying pattern emerges. Werewolves, bonds and mates. The words burnt into my eyes like fire. It was simply ridiculous, I mean, I did not even believe in that kind of thing.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov