Worm Skitter Novels & Stories

Skylar looked her up and down and grunted, looking back at the road causing Cheyenne to zone back into the car. “Stop thinking thoughts like that or I will have to pull the car over and fulfill your fantasies.” “What?” Cheyenne asked, flustered, looking away from him. “Werewolf sense of smell is way better than humans.” Skylar said, hinting. It of course went right over her head. “Princess, I can smell your arousal.” He said, tightening his grip on the stirring wheel. Cheyenne blushed and tightened her legs shut, looking out the window.

As we get closer to the next village, I notice more people on the paths. They’re just not heading in any particular direction. “We’re here, we will just stop for food then keep going.” Corvu states. I nod, but looking around I don’t see any walls, gates or guards. In fact all I see is woodland covered completely in moss. The only thing that wasn’t covered in moss was the dirt path which some ago had turned into mostly sand. I watch Gecko riding in front, looking very excited to be exploring new lands. I put a hand to my chest and felt the amulet sitting beneath my tunic. I can’t believe such a small piece of jewelry causes so many problems. “See that boy?” Corvu asks me, pointing into the fo

Rex asked, remembering the chittering, hissing creatures that had ambushed him and Markus shortly after arriving at Dracoterrum. “I do not know what a crazak is, but we call them Scampers,” Dilo said, tilting her head after testing the word crazak a few times audibly. “The word has a ring to it. Crazak, I like it.” “They are hive-minded creatures, we do not usually see them often enough for them to be a problem. The fact they are here, have seen us but haven’t attacked is a little strange and off-putting,” Cassius said, his eyes still focused on the ten crazaks all crouching in a semi-circle in the middle of the road, staring up toward their group.

#Skylar P. O. V I open my eyes and look around the room, I try to move but strong arms prevent me from doing so After minutes of struggling I finally manage to get out of Adrians grip , he was still sleeping ,, i stood up which turns out to be a bad idea as a sharp pain hits my privates I waddle my way into the shower and turn on the warm water I close my eyes relishing in the water as it relaxes all my sore muscles. I hear the sound of the bathroom door open but didn't make a move to look at who it is

Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock. Mother’s message was particularly relevant today, as my age now permitted me entry. Her second message was not to take unnecessary risks on the ice peaks I planned to climb, a message she knew I always ignored. The third was one I had received continually since my early childhood: “Skye, do not, under any circumstances, exercise your powers and bring attention to yourself.” I had asked why many times, only to receive the same answer. “Because I forbid it.” Or, as I grew older, “Because we have a special ability that can be dangerous and must be concealed.”

"Omar said he left orange ribbons tied to trees that led in the direction of the cabin. We just need to find them." For now it seemed the tension from earlier was forgotten and the girls worked together again, spreading out along the track to hunt down the little breadcrumbs their helper had left for them. They needed to move quickly as well, even as werewolves they would eventually start succumbing to the stresses of the freezing cold air and they were already starting to tire from their arduous trek through the Wyoming wilderness. Being low-born shifters, they weren't blessed with wolven forms so couldn't rely on a thick pelt to protect them.

Bima shouted, trying to turn around, dragging his painful leg. But the swarm of Twitchers was already too close. They looked like giant cockroaches or scorpions with too many legs, scurrying at high speed across the floor, walls, and even the ceiling. "There's no way out!" Lia screamed, despair taking over. One of the Twitchers lunged, leaping over Bima and biting into his arm. ARGH! Bima shrieked in pain, feeling a sharp, burning sting in his arm. [Warning! You have been bitten by a 'Tunnel Twitcher'!]

Through the spray of the water, I saw the first of the Skarn pull itself from the earth. It was horrifying. It looked like a massive, subterranean centipede, the size of a transit bus. Its body was segmented with thick, jagged plates of black volcanic glass, and its multi-jointed legs stabbed into the soft earth like steel pistons. It had no eyes, only a massive, circular maw lined with rows of crystalline teeth spinning like a drill bit. The creature let out a deafening, vibrating hiss, its mandibles snapping blindly toward the nearest human triage tent.

There was a loud ' SCREE' followed by an ugly squelching sound and the tongue reappeared . It was just that it had a huge drooperworm in his mouth ( * dooperworm is an imaginative worn with white slimy body like that of an earthworm) . The drooperworm were really hard to found in the capital , not only did they liked dark , dingy places , they were hard to keep with their body that resembled the size of a child miniature toy car .

The dizziness eased slightly. I turned my gaze to the final scratch card once more. I made up my mind. My hand trembling, I began to scratch.