Worm On A String Oc Novels & Stories

“Let’s see how tough you are now.” The wolf's growl deepened as she struggled against the vines, her muscles rippling. The magical restraints tightened, cutting into her fur, but she didn’t stop. Her glowing eyes locked onto Newton, and with a deafening roar, she tore free, shattering the vines like they were paper. Newton’s grin faltered, fear flashing across his face for the first time. He fired another blast of magic, but Morana anticipated it, ducking under the bolt and closing the distance between them in a blur. Her jaws snapped shut around his arm, crushing it with a sickening crunch.

“Owil stayed mostly in human form, but his wolf was agitated and at the surface. Neither were in control.” Jessica handed Coralis a scalpel and a pair of gloves while Eva searched the cabinets. Emma grabbed her keys and opened the locked cabinets and drawers. Coralis cut the stitches and opened the wound with her gloved fingers. “Owil been drooling in it! There is a lot more saliva in the wound than anticipated considering how fast he should have been healing.” “I’ll need to do a supply run to collect what we need. They don’t have anything that would reveal turmeric, or to make anything to drain it,” said Eva.

shrieked an elderly woman as her hand shot out, yanking a fistful of my dark hair and pulling hard, tearing a pained cry from my lips. Then came the first blow from Grom. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic pleasure that made my blood run cold. He looked like he reveled in causing me pain. “Let her feel a taste of what she deserves!” Grom roared, his voice cutting through the crowd. The whip cracked, the sound like lightning splitting the air, and an explosion of pain erupted across my back. I arched, a raw and animalistic scream tearing from my throat. My wolf surged, desperate to break free, to turn and run, but the tight bonds and the sheer number of hostile bodies surrounding me made it imp

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She was just— expressionless. What surprises me the most is that I couldn’t tell what she’s thinking. “Welcome. I’ve been waiting.” Rumelia said to me. When I realised, she pointed her right forefinger at me. Then she simply swipes her finger from up to down for two times— it’s as if she’s trying to connect me to something. Something…? Crap. “Too late,” Rumelia told me. In an instant, a thread of string suddenly zips down from above, typing and wrapping my upper left arm. I tried to cut it with the sword, but it was stopped by more of her strings.

"If you're going to be restoring 'Eternal Duel', you'll definitely have an allergic reaction to the lacquer, so you must make sure to use proper protection. "My personal doctor brought this box of ointment and allergy medication back from abroad. It's really effective, so please take it with you." Yvonne accepted his gift, feeling her heart rate quicken slightly.

As disturbing as the idea of Stringmaster trying to kill her that night was, it was at least better than this—the uncertainty, the lack of explanation for what had really happened. On a more positive note, it could be a weakness. If Arah and Gildeon could figure out how to exploit it—how to push Stringmaster into losing control of their puppets—it might just give them the edge they needed to bring down the cloaked witch. Arah could sense that Stringmaster was somehow rattled. Glancing down at their clasped hands, she noticed the crisscross of red strings cutting deep into their skin. The sight made her wince, unable to imagine the pain.

Her body floated mid air with her mouth and eyes open. There was a green glowing string tethered to the center of her forehead and it stretched out and wrapped around Reign. Before, the string looked to be attached to Reigns head. But as time went on, the string began to wrap around her body. It was almost as if it was trying to protect her from something. A soft grunt came from Anastasia and my shoulder began to burn. When I looked down at it, my heart began to pound in my chest. Blood was beading my shirt.

just like in a meditation’ Ok, unknown territory here, but here goes nothing. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the mental picture of the threads and the tingling sensation suddenly grew. With it, I opened my eyes and saw that they were longer and merged together in a thicker thread glowing brighter, growing and snaking through the office in a certain direction. I followed it and the luminous string went to point to a small door underneath the massive wooden desk, which fortunately laid open. And there I saw the leather covering. Oh! So…friend, not foe - my little glow worm. I took it out eagerly and the threads disappeared.

The bones on it started to shrink until it became a white tiny string. Alex said in surprise, “I can’t believe it can become like that. Little kitty, you’re too incredible!” When he picked up the string, he realized that its weight had reduced to the point that he could just wrap it around his wrist. “Are you sure you don’t want it? I’ll bring it back to give it to someone else then,” asked Alex. “Who are you giving it to?” “I’ll go back and ask my wife if she likes it.” “Who said that I don’t want it? Give it to me!”