Worm On A String Oc Novels & Stories

a rumbling sound of affirmation was heard before his boots hit the grass and neared me, “Yes that, and I have a second reason why I’m here.” From the blade of his weapon, a string materialized, but it wasn’t just a normal string. I had seen these many times in my random visits in Sattus. It was the string of life. All living things be it werewolves, faes, witches, humans, vampires—yes, even them—and many more have this kind of string, and only the King of Sattus has rule over them. “I want to show you this,” he stretched the lack-luster string so that it was taut in front of me.

a voice yelled. "Fuck you!" my mate cried as the sounds of a fight reached my ears. My vision was adjusting so that I could make out more shapes and figures around me. My werewolf senses were helping with this but the darkness was so complete that it was still difficult to see much. "Assholes" I heard Sammy spit.

Wormy growled in distress. I stopped at his feet, finally appreciating the delicious image he presented. My worm was spread eagle mid-air, the iron chains tied to the barn’s roof the only thing keeping him there. Well, those and the manacles on each of his limbs. The manacles were heavy, made of metal but had a leather casing on the insides to prevent my worm from chafing.

It lunged not physically, through the bond. Valir roared inside me, not sound, not external, but a violent, internal force that slammed against the intrusion. I didn’t think I moved forward one step and this time, I didn’t hold back. The bond snapped outward, not open, not exposed but weaponized. Focused into a sharp, controlled surge that hit the creature directly through the same channel it tried to use. The reaction was immediate, the form ahead of us fractured, just for a second, but enough. The surrounding distortions wavered.

"Your gift." "Yeah," Hothead says. "There's a reason why I prefer to go Hothead." Chadd Owen: Jumping and flipping through the air, I curl into a ball, making it harder for the crustacle to grab me. Landing on the other side of the beast, the crustacle roars as it rotates. It shoots out its dozen of tentacles but I counter with my own wires. With the swing of my arm, metal wires shoot out from sheathes tied to my waist. Using my gift, I make my wire cut right through the crustacle's tentacles. The beast cries as it loses its arms. It steps back while I step forward.

I duck just as he comes for me, my claws slashing his mid-thigh and he falls to one knee. He is a huge guy and once I am behind him, I am quick on my feet, getting a string from my pockets and wrapping it around his neck, my knee pressing his back. He struggles, throwing me off, but I persist, not letting go of the string around his neck, and I can feel it go through his skin, through the wound that hadn’t healed yet. “the only one dying is you,” my voice is cold and the blood lust coating my veins is so evident.

Blood splashes across the floor and I pray it’s not his while knowing it most likely is. “Her necklace!” Xiao shouts, leaping onto Harriet’s broad back. A gold chain glints against the wolf’s fur. Xiao’s black-gloved fingers close to it, but it slips from her grasp. “Get her necklace!” Harriet’s teeth snap in Owen’s face. He pushes her muzzle away with one hand. The other grips the pendant on the chain. Before my disbelieving eyes, Owen transforms. It’s not neat, like on the ceremonial grounds. It’s violent and instant, tearing the sleeves from his shirt as his arms lengthen and splitting the fabric down his back. With one mighty shove, he sends Harriet—and unfortunately, Xiao—across the par

Her doubtful voice reminded me of this gift given by Zayden, I totally forgot it during this sudden change in my life. “This one? It’s a gift from Alpha Zayden. He gave me this for protection from the Vampires.” “Alpha Zayden isn’t a witch, Helena.” Utterly unsatisfied by my response, Susan explained her point. “This is the magical string, and it isn’t a simple spell, Helena. It’s concealing your aura from others. Like when I entered your room, I could sense sister Cynthia’s scent, not yours.” I looked at her in bewilderment, as it wasn’t clear to me whether it was a good thing or bad.

After a few minutes of desperate running, we finally reached No Man's Land, an unclaimed territory that no werewolf pack owned, which meant that anyone was free to set foot on it. “They're still chasing us. What the hell is wrong with these warriors?” My wolf complained, frustrated. We ran again, a little faster, until Kodaline suddenly tripped over a huge, twisted tree root. We fell violently into the mud. It was too late to run again. Four warriors from the pack surrounded us in an instant. The men quickly changed into their human forms, putting on the shorts and T-shirts they had been carrying tied around their arms. “Change now. You're at a disadvantage, so don't do anything stupid that

He sounds a little alarmed. I place a hand on his chest as I get distracted by the red thread between us. It’s so bright. Such a pretty colour. Bellamy leans back away from me a little and I watch as the thread gets longer. That’s so weird. I wonder if it gets longer or does it stretch? I mean it’s not really real. But I imagine it stretching like elastic. Giggling, I use my hands to push on Bellamy’s chest forcing him to lay back, watching the string get longer. I reach for it, I know I can't touch them but it looks so solid. My hand waves through it a few times. I lose my balance and fall forward onto Bellamy’s chest. He’s comfortable. I don’t want to let go. Bellamy suddenly wraps his arm