Worm Khepri Mga Nobela at Kwento

Naturally, this werewolf was Kirou. Kirou had been roaming this forest for a few hours now. He had been looking for the right material to make his armor from. So far he's come across various forms of frogs, snakes, lizardmen, and crocodiles. His latest opponents are a variant species of frogs called Giant Poison Frogs. Monster: Giant Poison Frog Level: 9 HP: 850 Skills: Leap, Poison Spit, Tongue Strike

The Dragon he was with didn’t understand him nor did he understand Qykerth. Prince Queseon sighed and rested his head down as he continued reading about the Sun Dragon Clan, ‘Maybe I should show this to him, will he be happy?’ he wondered. When he was done reading, he opened the book on parasites and flipped through it. Just as he was losing hope he found what he was looking for, ‘The Mother Worm’ this worm was a parasite with the ability to bare any creatures off spring.

He lost weight, his cheeks hollowed, and dark circles were etched under his eyes. He gasps for breath, extending his hand towards me, but I don't reach out to take it. Sitting at the edge of the bed, I maintain my composure and ask, "What's ailing you?" "Karma," he replies with a chuckle that transitions into a harsh cough. "Karkinos.” Karkinos is a sickness for werewolves that has no cure. No magic could heal it. It will eat your system until you die. “I deserve it for how I mistreated you."

“Thanks.” “Too perfect. You military?” Jake raised the sleeve again. “SASR. Sniper First Class.” A grin flickered. “Who dares wins.” They said it together, a laugh cracking the tension. “This is Zak,” Jake told Kim and Jane. “Zak—Kimberly. Jane.” “Pleasure,” Zak said, crisp. Then to Kim, lower: “Keep it quiet for now, but… werewolves have overrun the city.” Kim held his stare. “You’re serious?”

- Who-who? - I did not understand, staring dumbfounded at Tanu. To be honest, it was very difficult for me now to realize that because of my act such a terrible incident could happen as the actual complete destruction of the Reception Hall of the eskh. "Zarda, Irina," the varla began to explain. - These are worm-like creatures that live in the western part of the Dark World, which spit paralyzing poison in order to immobilize their victim, and then, while he is still alive, devour him. Vile, I tell you, creatures. So, our unshakable Keira is the most natural zard! Ooh, I can't stand her.

To control the Wyvern, we hired a human who had good communication skills with the dragon animal. His name is Keenan. Not every wyvern wants to get close to the werewolves because they look cruel, brutal, violent and terrible, only certain creatures have an affinity with the wyverns, such as humans, elves and legendary witches. Only a few werewolves were successfully taught by Keenan to subdue Wyverns, and they were also directly employed by King Drakela when he wanted to travel far and use Wyverns.

She shrugs her shoulders. "Can he perform magic.I mean the hypnosis on Lucas?"I glance at Hercules. "I can't but I know someone from Kihomara who performs magical rituals. The high warlock of Kihomara.He can help us."Hercules answers. "You sure I mean someone from the arch enemies of werewolves.The epic war between Prince Ekon and the werewolves is well known to every supernatural creature."Chase again interrogates him.Traces of distrust is clearly evident in his demeanor .

“Ever heard of soul-eating worms? They are especially popular among your kin.” His lips spread into a wide, creepy grin, revealing his foul teeth to us. “Why?” Ace asks, and the merchant laughs. He shakes the glass, a squeaking resounding from the slimy creature. “They calm down the wolves,” he answers in a mocking tone, his gaze gliding towards me. “Gets you more respect. But also suppresses any pain she would feel so that you can cheat without any issues… or nagging bitches.” “She is standing right next to me, dude,” Kai faces him annoyed.

Although the bond has been driving me insane, I am not the type to just take her for myself like my barbaric full-blooded brethren would. "It's not barbaric! It is a blessed pairing giving you the right to take what belongs to you!" snarled Ozouf, my wolf part of my chimaera beast. "That'ss, not how thingss work in thiss part of the world dog, maybe if she was a werewolf then yesss, but our mate is not," hissed Krait, my serpent head, of my chimaera. I start to rub my temples in frustration, once these two start, there will be no end to it. Ozouf and Krait never see eye to eye, in fact, they are polar opposites. One being cold, scaly and calculative while the other is warm, fuzzy and impulsi

His wolf, as dark as night itself, was a shadow among shadows, capable of blending into the darkness without a trace. Damian Slovan Sletherion from the Ironclad Pack stood like a giant, his muscular frame towering over most. His short, dark brown hair and stern expression only enhanced his reputation as one of the most powerful alphas, his pack renowned for their unmatched strength and combat prowess. Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force.