Worm Gamer Novels & Stories

The drama that was playing on the stage was about the little boy who , a special born who killed his mother, the Luna of the pack. " I hope we are following." Ruckus said, eyeing Derek. He smiled. It was obvious Derek was getting uncomfortable. " The story is about a young special born wolf who took the life of his own mother. " " That's strange." Alpha of the blood river pack said. " Quite sad. The boy mus be a curse to the pack." Ruckus giggled. " I bet he is. Someone like that gas to be a monster that will keep killing without stopping. " He eyed Derek.

“Why don’t you stay with me, eh? I can get you into the pack, at least temporarily, until you get back on your feet. They don’t like rogues, but I can speak with the alpha.” “What’s a rogue?” I asked. “It’s a werewolf without a pack. They smell differently, almost unpleasant. I think they smell that way to warn packed werewolves away from them. Most rogues live in their wolf forms and become more and more feral and savage the longer they stay in that form, so they can be dangerous and unpredictable if you come across them.” “Do I smell like that?” I asked, sitting up and studying him. “Yes, but I’ve gotten used to your smell now. I almost don’t even notice it anymore.”

She continued on about facts and such while others ogled over them. "To finish off our tour, I give you, the wolves. Now what we have here are gray wolves. We actually have a pack here in our zoo. We have six females, three pups, and our Alpha. Now our Alpha name is Alastor. Which in Ancient Greek means "tormentor." We named him this because he doesn't like anyone. No one can get near him, feed him, or be in the habitat with him awake. He is put under tranquilizer. Does anyone know what that is?" She asked the group of kids in the front. Eliza and I looked down over the wall separating us from the wild wolves. Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups.

I was in a dream. And in that dream, everything was white. A straight white room with nothing in it but me. I tried to scream but my voice wasn't coming out of my mouth. It was a struggle and it felt like I was trying to claw my way out of my body. This had to be a form of torture where they forced you to enter a dream state then make you go crazy by stealing your voice. Then suddenly, I turned around and a wolf I had never seen before started circling me. It kept looking at me with blue green eyes that were a contrast of mine.

They had different traits like scales, legs, plate-like skin, wings, even one of them had compound eyes, David got a scare at the sight of so many critters and shivered a little behind the screen, but tried to remain calm. "Retreat!" He repeated when he saw that the skeleton was more steady, it nodded before making his retreat. Only to be shot down by a barrage of acid from almost all of the worms. Its bones got dissolved very quickly, and only a pool of white liquid remained on the floor a couple of seconds later. [YOU HAVE DIED] [Your last unit will respawn with you] [Your last unit will have -20% XP upon respawn]

But this is the tradition you will never be told stronger if you won't pass this forest. ___________ KEZTOR_elder "Walter" power_THUNDER FINO: VENOM GUALTIERO: GRAVITY MAI: WATER NARKISSA: NUMBNESS and TELEPORT NUNZIO: VOICE ORAZIO: SNIPER "Warg grandson, that was the list of all your clan allies. Are you sure about this" "I was born ready grandpa this is what I've been training for right? So what are you asking me like that?"

"May I?" I shrugged, not quite sure what I had just agreed to. "Sure. why not?" After all, it couldn't get any stranger. Could it? Monster hunters wanting to kill us all? Check. Crazy wolves announcing themselves as my Glam Squad Dream Team? Check. Two sexy men that are wolves? Check. The sooner I left this crazy train the better.

On the screens, the digital apocalypse they had engineered continued its silent, global spread. Maya worked at the primary console, her brow furrowed in concentration. “The worm is a closed-loop daemon,” she reported, her voice tense. “It’s not taking external commands anymore. It’s on a pre-set timer, systematically corrupting backup arrays and overwriting recovery points. It’s a scorched-earth protocol. Even if we shut this hub down, the worm continues. It’s designed to make the blackout permanent.” Haas allowed himself a thin, contemptuous smile. “You can have your little victory in this room. The victory is already written in the code. Rogers Industries is a ghost. A memory. You are hold

He barked out a command. No words were needed for it to be understood. The gammas who were holding their guns opened fire on the treeline, forcing the unknown sniper to reevaluate his efforts. Lucas burst into the treeline, a wall of muscle and fury. Two werewolves jumped him from the right. One was a gamma, easy pickings. Lucas swiveled around and caught the gamma by the skull. All it took was one crunch of his jaws. Though the other rogue was a Beta, who was locking onto Lucas before he could even release the dead gamma from his jaws.

Reyna- “It has been a week since the CEO of Wolf Tech has gone missing. For those that don’t know, he is the creator of the virtual reality game, known as Arcane Realm. The game has become exceedingly popular since it was first announced to be released a year ago. Many had lined up to purchase the gear needed to play the game. Since it was released the day before CEO Luka Alder went missing, it has been a popular topic. Arcane Realm was created as a fantasy role-playing game…” The lady on the radio continued talking, but I reached over and turned it off.