Worm Gamer Novels & Stories

I go through the company database on the wereweb, to see who has coders and then I can go from there. The wereweb is kind of like the darkweb, you need to know how to get there, but once there it’s the same as the normal internet, just meant for the wolf/Lycan community. There's the vampweb, faeweb, superweb etc. As cool as superweb sounds it is literally just where all species can converge and interact together. The only interesting places to go there are the chats though, lots of drama, don’t need a telenovela when you have access to that site! The biggest difference is the fact that, as far as I am aware, there is very little in the way of iniquitous intentions on there.

Beta: Supports Alpha and is responsible for maintaining pack order Gamma: Works with pack closely reports to alpha Enforcer: Head Warrior of Pack, trains pack wolves along with co-enforcer Pack Wolves: Common members of pack

He said and Amelia smiled bitterly “This entire forest will be your home and hidden from the rest of the world. When your offspring become seven years of age bring them to my temple to receive my blessings.” Lariempi added before fading away like he never appeared. And with that Amelia became the first Hunter while Lariempi was thereafter known as the Hunter god, up till this very day several Hunters go about killing monsters and supernatural creatures, protecting Human kind from within the shadows. ”

As the front rig comes to a full stop, the man driving hops out, slamming his door as he does. He's every bit of the average warrior. Tall, muscular, with dark hair and eyes—nothing stand-out. Nothing that would make you look twice at him, at least if you're a werewolf, but his aura is imposing enough that it's obvious this is the gamma, and you can tell he's proud of that. He stands stark straight, perfect posture, head held high.

Just then Hunter scampered up to us. “I got his line.” “Which way.” “Headed North.” “Toward the WildWood?” Vanquish asked in surprise. “He must be thinking if he can make it there, we won’t follow him in.” Racer suggested. “We can’t.” Vanquish agreed. “Not with the wolf-hunting-Roamer there.” “What’s that?” I asked. “A troll. I think.” Racer murmured. “A giant. He hunts anything with fur and ears that seems like it might be a wolf.”

"I didn't use hospital software, Jax. And I didn't use anything the Council gave me," Chatmory explained. He leaned back against the counter, a ghost of a smile touching his weary face. "A few months ago, I had to stitch up a human. A real piece of work who calls himself 'The Weaver.' He used to spend his nights in the neutral territory pawning himself off as some mysterious werewolf, but he’s really just a tech-savant who got in way over his head."

Mom laughed harder, “It’s not the fall that’s funny. It’s the way they fall. If his legs and arms went everywhere, that’s what is so funny and the noises they make.” He finally stated, “Please let me know if there is anything I can do to help you get her out of there.” I asked, “I would love to get her out of there tonight. Is that possible?” The warlock shook his head, “Not a good idea. His senses are on high alert tonight. He will know immediately if there are disturbances. I am really proud that she has never mentioned the alliance with all the other species. The knowledge of that will definitely put his senses on edge.” I nodded, “Okay, so when would be a good time to do it?” He replied,

The wolf rolled his eyes with boredom and turned around, giving his back to the hut, because this adornment made him feel dizzy from his constant movement. He narrowed his eyes when he saw several people standing in the distance staring at him intently " There is none more despicable than you, the herd of Viruses." He thought to make his eyes more bloody which made them panic and run away quickly They're waiting for the right moment to take control of me, they don't know who I am, these disgusting scum He gritted his teeth sharply to turn around immediately, looking at the open door of the hut, but he could not enter because of his large size.

“Go mind your own business elsewhere, Rip.” “No, I don’t think I will,” he said. “I think you snorted one too many white lines and now you think you’re untouchable.” “What’s going on here?” Jenna looked to the side and relief flooded her. Weasel stood there with three other men. “This is Reaper business, Warrior, go lick your boss’s balls or whatever it is you fuckers do for fun,” Junker said. “I’ll gladly leave, but Jenna comes with us,” Weasel said.

Even the council elders had never seen anything like this; their stunned expressions matched mine and Father’s. Stepmother’s jaw was also hanging wide. More werewolves gathered around us, and the murmurs spread like wildfire. “Who is this guy? I’ve never heard of an Omega like him in the Alliance.” “I heard he migrated from the Southern Wastelands.” “The Wastelands? That barren dump?” “Who cares? Miss Elara sure lucked out. Even some Golden Lycans can’t afford a display like this.”