Worm Stories Novels & Stories

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

by the time the sun shimmers at the horizon behind me and the crescent moon dips below the horizon before me, I have thought of every word I know of to describe really, really, really boring walking. There is absolutely nothing here. I think of the stories we told each other when we were pups. About wraiths that lived beneath the sand of the Barren that would pull you down into their nests. They would paralyze you and then their grubs would feed off you, slowly eating you alive. That was a favorite. There are the roaming packs of wilder-scorpions, creatures that are half beast, half scorpion. Where the beast's tail should be is a scorpion's sting that will cause your skin to turn black and t

cried the forest fairies flying in the air. Drake flew over quickly to see what was going on. His eyes widened when he saw what appeared from the ground. These are giant earthworms that went extinct centuries ago. The worms can suck up anything. If they got to the city, then humans in New York City could be extinct. "Attack!" cried Drake. Alarick and the werewolves instantly changed into their wolf forms and started running into the forest. But their run was stopped when they saw something ambush. The giant earthworm emerged quickly from the ground. With their wide mouths and sharp teeth, they pounce on anything in their path.

The young man wiped away the remaining tears on Lillian's cheeks, then held her in his arms one more time for a few seconds before scrutinizing himself with a grimace. “That witch is crazy! He… he did something to Louise.” "Is he all right?" Lillian asked warily. Wiggy didn't answer, but her soft current made Lillian understand. Something bad has happened. "My pixies!" Wiggy shrieked when he found the carcasses of moths scattered around him. "They're helpless without the moonlight ... they're the last company I have."

Which could only mean one thing– a predator is near. The young wolf stopped. His every sense is awake, watchful, cautious. And then there was a scent. Of something unfamiliar. They were taught since they were very young, the unknown is dangerous– and he might not see it, but he knows, he’s within the presence of something, someone dangerous. From the corner of his eye he saw something moved. And relief washed through him upon seeing that it was only just a squirrel. It’s his first night, nothing ever happens on the first night.

And in a small village in Runalia where only humans lived, the night came around again. Breeze wind playfully blew over the trees and the golden Moon shone upon the dark bringing the shadow to the people and her surroundings into a terrifying figure in the little girl's eyes. The moon was wide, she could never understand why it only appeared when the sky turned dark or why it always followed her even though it didn't move.

Gummy worms and worms are two different things but Viosdado insisted that they are the same. “These are not worms, right?” I asked him hoping that he would say, yes. He looked at me first and nodded slowly. I turned to look at Vios who was gaping at me. It was as if he was watching an incredible show. "I think I'm going to go crazy here," he said so I glared at him. “I'm leaving this place. You are all weirdos, bye!” He said and left.

’ He sniffled. ‘Maybe I can find a way to fix that, too,’ I muttered, scanning the pages of an ancient, dusty book I’d found buried in Moon Chasm’s library. I didn’t find anything. There were old fairy tales, so old they barely seemed recognisable anymore, that spoke of affronted gods casting down their children and making the first wolves. Some were classic tales, like the one about three pups going too near a river and being turned into toads to save them from drowning; others were cautionary tales, warning young wolves away from humans and forbidding any sort of romances between us and them – all in a fun, rhyming sort of way, of course.

Theodore points something up ahead, and his hand seemed, shaking. Before his finger is a huge worm-like monster that is so big that it can barely fit the passage. In opened its mouth, air gushed into them, making them cover their eyes. Twigs and rocks twirl in the air like a hurricane, getting into its gigantic mouth. Acid-like substance coloured black dripped out of its mouth, and the surface it touches melted. The girls ran away as far as they can from the worm, Sophie and Lily accompanies the now injured Jesse. Theodore pulls out the key, James used the light to distract the worm, and Clement and his fists.

Such a beautiful creature taken out by a monster lurking in the woods. “Roe, not doe. If you would like to focus on Disney movies, think more about The Lion King and the circle of life. They all lived harmoniously. They all understood the way of the world, and yet Simba killed other animals for survival. Roe are practically vermin around here. They are overpopulated, and it throws the ecosystem off. Some Scottish cities struggle with them venturing into the cities and causing trouble.” He padded over and place his paw on my leg. His lack of understanding wasn’t helping.