Worm Stories Novels & Stories

Wanda has been howling a lot today. Many humans hunting has many different friends ready to hunt them. Friends hurt, killed, taken from mom and dad by bad humans. Cubs went in the hospital, mom wants them safe, I love mom. Eggs too! Many eggs in hospital! Dad’s and Mom’s are everywhere. Snakes are in the edges. Bears in the front and mountain lions on the top. Werewolves were scared but friends are not hurting them.

I worked. I buried myself in emails, proposals, schedules—anything to make the world feel normal again. I didn’t even notice how late it had gotten until my screen started to blur from the strain. I shut my laptop, stretched, and grabbed my phone. Just for distraction, I opened a random video and let it play. One clip led to another. And somehow, I found myself deep in a rabbit hole of cryptozoology videos, voiceovers, blurry woods. I watched a shaky documentary about how some werewolves weren’t bitten at all. Some were born into it. Some lived hidden lives in cities, hiding their senses, their strength. They could heal faster. See in the dark. Move without sound.

Millions of poisonous white threads followed behind them like shadows. Xerxes, who was last, cried out loud. Since he was running for his life, the wind blade from his sword wasn’t powerful enough, so Martiny and Claudia had to join him to fight off the enemies in the end. “Alex, what did you say this was?” Xerxes shouted at Alex while fighting the bugs. Alex said, “An infestation！It’s a leveled version of parasitic worms. They are extremely cruel and are being controlled by someone. If the queen is here, the owner has to be nearby. They could even be watching us secretly in the dark, waiting for a chance to attack.”

- Are there such places of power in every flock? - No, Liushka. Aldeady no. Before, when we first moved to this planet, there were more sources, but they are weakening. And many flocks have now settled not according to the principle - closer to the source, but for the benefit: deposits, forests, water resources. So the time will come when the springs will completely dry up. - I remember my mother told me that werewolves came from another world, but these are just stories. And like on our home planet ...

He extended a trembling hand, offering the letters to Lucas. Lucas, without a word, started reading. His eyes darted across the pages as the servant watched, anxiety etched across his face. With each line he perused, Lucas's features grew progressively graver. The message was clear: there was a sinister plan to pit vampires against werewolves, and it was a scheme that could spell disaster for all of them.

He got ready and left the house. I had been holding my tears at bay ever since he told me that it was a worm moon night. It was considered as the second chance for many who hadn't awakened their wolves on their 18th birthday. Many young wolves would awaken their wolves that night. Hence, the title of the second chance it got. But that wasn't the reason why I was crying.

The clouds hung heavy in a dark and sombre grey, a storm brewing as though the heavens were expressing discontent with the transpiring events. Shops stood shuttered, streets eerily deserted, and lights flickered intermittently. In one town, electricity stubbornly persisted, a meagre beacon for the werewolves encroaching upon human land. Desperately clinging to the dwindling hope of victory in this war, the werewolves initiated a quest for the elusive Tree of Life. Although deemed a myth, whispered around campfires and narrated to children as fairytales, every story held a kernel of truth.

Something feels… wrong. *Werewolves*, I think suddenly, shivering. Stories my grandmother whispered… they were real once, people said. But not near the city—no one has seen one here for decades. Just stories. I push the thought aside. Don’t be ridiculous, Aurelia. It’s just the wind. Just your imagination. I don’t care. I don’t care about anything anymore. I just keep moving. Then I hear it; a low growl carried on the wind. My stomach flips.

The hiding of the clan, however, is the real horror of this world I now live in. The Blackclaw clan hides in the space between worlds, or so I’ve eavesdropped/heard Krono explain one time. On one side, the clan borders the dark forest of a world full of monsters. It is said that the dark forest hides vampires, extinct in be human world, witches and warlocks like Krono, and other human myths come to life. It is said that Lorez found a magical stone that teleported him to this world, where he first met Krono. From there, the tyranny that is Blackclaw began.

*makes sobbing noises* Thank you for your time and patience and for diving into the world of werewolf stories that I created, where sometimes it’s best to accept that not all love deserves a second chance (or a third). Just like the common saying that says "The grass is greener on the other side", in my werewolf stories collection you can also find that sometimes, the moon is brighter on the other side—and that pertains to the idea that a brighter future can be found in someone else’s eyes. Anyway, keep reading more books (even if it’s not mine). Also, if you’d like to read a sneak peek of my next werewolf romance fantasy collection, just scroll down.