Worm Skitter Novels & Stories

Ziska scurried across the walkway toward Nyxios's chambers, the numerous bangles on her wrists jingling with each hurried step. The grey-scaled Scalekin servant moved with surprising agility despite her characteristic waddle, her amber eyes darting to catalog every detail she passed. She barely stood four feet tall. As she approached her destination, she adjusted the small pouch at her hip where, among other necessities, she kept her secret collection of marbles hidden safely away from prying eyes.

I was shaking with fear before I remembered my mother’s words about a proper trigger, and this might just be it. "Werewolves are strong, and they own the whole Serene land; no one can bring me down," I said, standing to my feet and trying so hard to conceal my fear. But the next thing I saw almost brought me back down to the ground. A swarm of skarvs was approaching me. Mum had always told us that skarvs were twisted creatures, accompanied by fierce, heavy winds. They were the scariest things that existed in the forest, but I would have been able to fight them if only I had my wolf. The wind that accompanied the skarvs had separated me from Mum and Elara; now they couldn't hear me or come to

He was starting to get nervous, biting his virtual nail as the rats neared Rhino 3, but the tunneling worms managed to gobble up the fastest ones, then, he hastily moved them to attackers. In the meantime, the lizard managed to get away from the onslaught of the angry Rhinos with only flesh wounds and tried to camouflage again but was intercepted by a flying knife that Skeletor picked up from the carcass of one skewered rat, it managed to pierce its hide and the skill got canceled, it stared angrily at the creatures not much bigger than him and the sack of bones that was approaching with a crude ax in hands.

She could still feel the pain in her big toe on her right foot and some in her knees so she knew that she might have gotten injured. But there was way too much adrenaline in her at the moment for her to even properly feel the pain she was feeling. “Hunter!” She cried out. “Help me, please!” She sobbed. Suddenly, something cold grabbed her arm. It was slippery and had hard spikes that poked her delicate skin. Her lips quivered as she let out a silent scream. She knew that it couldn’t be anything or anyone else but a night crawler. In her entire life, she had only heard about those things but never had she had any interaction with them. And neither had almost everyone in the pack.

I hadn’t sensed anyone approaching, not even with my heightened senses. “The Wolf Queen of the Skrill Pack,” Scar said, his jaw tightening. “And they’re here for war.” My heart sank. The Skrill Pack. They had been a long-standing rival to the Blood Pack. Fierce, relentless, and with an unmatched army of warriors, they were a constant threat. But this? This was unexpected. Their presence was a clear sign that something had shifted. They weren’t here just for a skirmish. They were here for something bigger.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.

Maybe because she knew Anastasia wouldn’t be able to protect herself, knowing how shy she was. “Is something the matter?” whispered Karina. She was still staring at her with wide eyes, confused as to how she could do something like that. It’s not fear that’s keeping her in place, though. It was more than just amazement. She’d never been closed with any Skippers before, and no one could. Now she understood a little about it. The Skippers were too strong it’s never a doubt that they might just snap and end up killing anyone in sight. And such a thrill was fueling Karina. She longed for it, so it was hard for her to keep a straight face with Z around.

Skylar got relinquished in his sliver orbs, failing to notice how his hand went down to her wrist, slowly taking off her bewitched bracelet. Hastily, her definitive and dominant pheromones filled the room, Karam breathe in a handful of it, Skylar only noticed when her scent permeated her nose. She darted down at her hand to find the bracelet gone. She glanced back at him to find him staring down at her calmly. "What are you doing?" "Your scent is wringing the neck, common creatures won't be able to abide it Kitty" he leaned his face down. "What are you?"

I growled. “Fine.” Rumpel Kracknuts threw up his hands. Griff’s chest split open, and out flew a scorpion the size of a cat. Only it wasn’t a regular one—it had pincers larger than my balled fists and black beetle wings, just like the creatures that had chased us out of the hotel. And the flying scorpion was gliding toward me.

It screeched, its legs skittering against the ground as it tried to circle around. “Priscilla!” Jake called. “Keep it distracted!” I didn’t need to be told twice. Summoning all the fire I could muster, I sent a torrent of flame toward the creature. It screeched, retreating slightly, but I could tell it wasn’t enough. “Jake, now!” He surged forward, his blade slicing through its thick exoskeleton. The spider convulsed, its legs twitching as it collapsed to the ground in a heap. “Is it dead?” I asked, panting.