Worm Khepri Novels & Stories

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

This guy is serious, and he had my undivided attention. “Let me proceed. My stay here is a quick one. My name is Wepwawet, I am from Lycopolis City of Wolves, in Upper Egypt. I am a centuries-old deity from the pre-dynastic period. In ways I do not understand this pack has become one of the guardians of the King Sekhemkhet bloodline. Over the centuries my brother Anubis and I have watched over your lands and your pack from afar. We’ve only set foot in the Americas two times. The 1st time was 3700 years ago when we dropped off two wolves. A male wolf named Horus, the son of Osiris and Isis, and a female wolf named Nut, daughter of Shu and Tefnut.

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 .

This time, there was no dead body, and I was still clueless. "The 3K's, they were also called the 3 Kings, the most famous, handsomest, and strongest werewolves in the Werewolf Race! It was a group consisting of Butch Fender, Cyrus Roaster, and their leader... Daxton Astrid." Gabriella explained as she looked between the crowd. Daxton Astrid... What was in the name that made my heart skip a beat after hearing it? I shook my head. It must have been because his surname was the same as this University, the Astrid University.