Worm Stories Novels & Stories

Siron said a memory coming to him of a tall red headed man from his childhood. The man was holding the hand of a small girl with bright red hair, and her eyes so green. Siron was maybe nine or ten and he could remember thinking even then how powerful she would be. He shook his head and glanced down at the pages in his hand. “Her father the name sounds familiar.” “It should he was the Alpha of whispering moon” Silas lifted an eye brow. “Whispering moon? Didn’t that whole pack die in a horrible fire?” “Supposedly no one made it out of the pack house.”

Julia had never seen such a look in real life, only in documentary footage in school about soldiers returning from war, the haggard men, their features deformed by the weight of guilt, by their own individual dread. Behind the father: rows of dead trees. In their branches, crows ruffled their wings and sharpened beaks against the thorns. *** Wes watched them for some time. Their small faces through the windows. All white-faced, all squinting against the sun. Once, there had been a large spider in the corner of his bedroom. Reggie was next to him, asleep at the time—and that was for the best. Had she seen it there would’ve been screams and melodrama, and that he couldn’t stand at the best of

The Grand General quickly turned toward his camp but what he saw shocked him to the core. A colossal worm-like creature that had tunneled through the ground in the middle of the camp where the command center and officer tent were. The black cloud of countless bat-like creatures descends upon the campground along with some creature that looks like a giant serpent with bat-like wings, at the same time, thousands of large wolf-like black beasts running through snowfields and attacking the campground with reckless abandon. Some of the experts who survive the onslaught of the colossal worm try to push through the slaughtering circle of these nightmarish creatures but the damage that they had caus

"I'm thinking radiation from the wastelands?" Sira laughed aloud, a joyful sound despite the current circumstances. “You learned well, my son,” she said. “I’m proud of you.” “What are you two on about?” Nalura said. "Worlds are dying, and the two of you play word games.” She peeled out of her HB cloak. “How do we fix this mess?” “We caused it, mom,” Crystellia said. “Every time we permitted a shipment of worms onto the nests, they came in to dig, eat, and poop.”

"There were so many bugs, what if one of them got Bettany?" "Mango wanted to go over to take a look, but Tristan held onto her tightly." "You must believe in Bettany. If Bettany can't handle it, everyone here may die." Tristan was definitely not exaggerating. Mango's face suddenly turned pale. What on earth are those? Why are they that terrifying? "Mango had rarely seen such a scene, so her legs couldn't help but go weak." "Tristan whispered, ""Tomb Crawlers.""" What? Those worms are called Tomb Crawlers. I read about them in the Hikasa Manual before. They were used to protect bodies and coffins from tomb thieves. I didn't expect them to be here.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

Chapter 13 Iris looked from her friend to Japh. "Werewolf?" Iris frowned. Is this some kinda weird dream? "Yes" "Like in the movies?" Because none of these made any sense and there's no way her friend is a beast. "You just saw everything," Willow sighed. "I did. But I was hoping it was just a dream. You...turned...into...werewolf" Iris panicked. "Look at me" Willow held her arms but Iris pushed her away.

But the infection keeps spreading. Draining the wounds is taking forever, but so far, it's the only thing that works. A shiver runs down my spine. The old stories say Wendigos are cursed creatures, forever starving, forever hunting. But they were never known to have this kind of venom in their bite. My hands clench into fists, my nails digging into my palms as frustration wells up inside me. I need answers. I need to know what the hell these creatures want. But instead of finding answers, my thoughts betray me, pulling me toward another thought.

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.

She slept peacefully during the night, but she is still terrified to stay in her new room with Barry; she feels more at ease in the basement, even though she is alone, alone, and only with black spiders on the walls; the thicker the spider webs, the stronger the house. She opened page after page of a book about witches; she had no idea where it came from or who her father and mother were. They merely stated Lora's mother was a witch, but was she truly such a wicked witch in the eyes of the werewolves that they shouldn't be together? "In the eyes of other species, witches are malevolent figures," Lora explained. She read aloud the first sentence of the eighth paragraph. She wasn't sure becaus