Worm Stories Novels & Stories

I looked at each of them slowly. “What if I told you there was another way?” The youngest blinked. “What way?” “Leave.” They stared at me like I’d just suggested flying. “You’re joking,” one of the others said. “I’m not.” I leaned forward slightly. “Join us.” The tallest wolf narrowed his eyes. “Us?” “We have wolves,” I said. “And vampires.” That got their full attention. “Vampires?” the seventeen-year-old blurted. “You’re fighting with vampires?”

He was grossly outnumbered and the odds were in the favor of Nikjin and his army. She wondered what had become of her father; of Monah, the head warrior, of Seisa, and the other servants. How many werewolves have already lost their lives in this cursed place? How many more would have to die before this nightmare was over? Tears ran down her muzzle from her closed eyes. A silly thought occurred to her that nearly made her giggle out loud. If she’d known that she was coming to an era of civil war, she should have probably gone to bed with the dream stone and her father’s hunting rifle that was stashed in their attic back in Fairbanks. That would have surely tipped this fight in the werewolves'

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’

“What do they demand this year, Alpha? More livestock? More coins? More land?” The Alpha paused. His eyes swept slowly over the gathered wolves. “A werewolf.” The hall erupted in chaos. Gasps. Shouts. Outrage. “They want one of us now?” a woman cried. “Have they lost their minds?” “We give them cows and gold and they still aren’t satisfied?” another voice shouted. “This is madness!” “They already treat their own like animals in heat. What will they do to one of ours?” The noise grew deafening until Alpha Marcus raised both hands high. Silence fell, but it was tense and angry.

The whispers were more than just rumors; they were the harbingers of a brewing storm. The elders, usually stoic and reserved, were more readily sharing their stories – grim tales of ancient feuds, territorial disputes that had stretched across generations, betrayals that had shattered alliances and left scars that still ran deep within the werewolf community. These weren’t mere anecdotes; they were cautionary tales, stark reminders of the fragility of peace and the ever-present threat of conflict. Lyra learned of the fractured history of the werewolf world, a tapestry woven with threads of both cooperation and bitter rivalry, a constant struggle for dominance and survival.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

****Amira***** I decided to tell the kids stories, I told them about the werewolves that lives in the woods. I told them how the werewolves would come out at night, and how they would howl at the moon. I described them as being large, powerful creatures with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. The children were enthralled by the story, and they huddled close together, eyes wide. I didn’t want to completely tell the kids that their was father is a werewolf, I was gradually preparing their minds for it..

The werewolf realm was no longer a war-torn nightmare battlefield. Over the course of a week, the magic of healing wrapped itself around the wounds left by the fight. Like puzzle pieces, the packs had moved around to make fresh formations. Some were joined, like when you try to put on two socks that don't match, and others found leaders. Then there were packs that disappeared, as if they had been sucked into the Bermuda Triangle of the magical world.

Sometimes sleep isn't the best thing. I'd been asleep for almost the whole day. Now it was midnight and I struggled and rolled in my sheets the fatigue now all but gone. What stays with me is the amazing amount of fear and worry about what’s to come. Will had told me a long time ago that the dark forest was once alive but somehow the land had been poisoned, the creatures that lived within them were dark and outcasts. The place held the largest population of Ghosts, ogres, centaurs and so many animals. Once I'd seen a giant spider the size of a dwarf house but they keep to themselves and find caves and dense trees in their homes.

1 internet criminal in the human world to hack any type of protection and I knew exactly how to protect a website. I currently received a request for creating an online shopping portal with some werewolves stuff included in it. And we have our own social media like Facebook which we call WereTimes, it was created by a group of genius werewolves with more firewalls. It had more facility than Facebook and we wolves love it. I don't have an account in WereTimes, but I maintain the 'New-tech park' official page. We use our page to promote our products.