Worm Skitter Novels & Stories

Skylar, who had softened for love, was already dead in that cold sea. "Install it." I stared into Luke's crazed eyes. "Night Owl was always meant to be a monster."

Whoever he was. It was enough. Casper still hadn’t returned. He was retrieving something deeper in the pack. The Moonskin pack… I wondered what it was. But only for a moment, before a Wraith rushed me, bone arms swinging like machetes. I ducked under it, lunged, and sank my claws into the seam of its ribs. With a twist, I snapped through what passed as its spine and used my foot to stomp its chest. The creature collapsed in a putrid haze as I struck its core.

With a deafening screech, something horrifying surged out of the sand, seized a mouthful of my skeletons, before diving back into the sand as if it were water, scattering bones in its wake. “ - !” The young man declared as the company went on alert, the sunlight glinting from their blades. “Like a worm,” I said. “Legs,” the scarfed man observed. “Many, many tiny legs, like hair. Handy to sift through the sand, I imagine.” “The mouth,” the woman was appalled. “It had rows of teeth.”

From what I knew, the creature could not fly, but its wings were used to keep it upright, and it could use them as a weapon. Sskíatokos had obsidian claws where the wings bent, much like a pteranodon. Instead of hand-like paws, the claws were sharp and covered in the same substance as its vomitous spray. They could be used like acidic daggers, creating lethal wounds. The creature vomited its substance, hitting the shield surrounding the warriors. The shield sizzled and faltered, no longer protecting the warriors. Another witch hastily cast another one, replacing it. This continued as the warriors cast fire spell after fire spell on each of the three monsters.

he asked, bewildered. Skye’s grin widened and it seemed like the omega was having a great start to his morning. “Nope! I wasn’t kidding when I said I struggle to heal even simple injuries in animals and while it was a clean break, there’s no way I could have healed that.” “But how?” “I have two theories,” Skye replied as he sat on the edge of the bed, reaching into the blankets to tickle Stew’s ears and the rabbit seemed far less comfortable with Skye than he was with Eician.

When I look down, I see black paws instead of feet. Skye walks over to Adam, growling. He tries to back up, but she keeps going. When he looks like he's ready to run, she bites his ankle and pulls him to the ground. Adam screams as Skye jumps on him. She rips his penis off with her teeth and tosses it aside.

“Does the chirping scare you?” Abby looked at him as if he was daft. “Why would that scare me?” “I just thought that since you were afraid—” “Afraid of them jumping on me. When I was eleven—on the farm in Botswana—I played in the shade of the front steps on a warm summer’s day. A giant cricket jumped down the back of my shirt and it wasn’t just any cricket, it was an Armored Bush Cricket that’s native to Southern Africa and is common in Botswana. It has sharp spines and thick armor and I couldn’t reach it as it fought for its life, like a thorny branch shoved down my back. Once it was caught in my hair and scrambled up against my neck, I was a goner, screaming and screaming for help. Everyon