Worm Story Search Novels & Stories

“We have highly protected scouts and also machines that can detect any human or species other than wolves!” “How did the machine not capture the monster?" He asked everything in one breath and groaned at the end of the conversation. "They entered the pack out of the blue, King Robert!" I broke the silence. "They are super fast and jumped into my house. Maybe that’s why the machine didn’t detect the monsters." I sighed looking back and forth between King Robert and Queen Darcy. "Okay, so can you describe the monster? I heard that it’s very different from the other dangers we face; is it some new kind of creature?" Luna Darcy inquired while grabbing my attention.

So faint, yet so strong, I wonder how would it smell when it's closer, when it's stronger, my wolf wants to roll down in that scent, to bite the owner and call them ours, only ours. I shook my head at that, I want them, it's not that I don't want them, but I'm not ready yet, I need to have some time to pick up all the broken pieces that broke off me due to Amber and her memories. Maybe once I'm feeling better, I'll get back to them, I'll search for them, I'll have Liam's help, they aren't anyone in my pack, I know everyone, they must be one of his friends who's coming over to spend the night, I'd be able to find them, I'm sure I would.

She literally ran as quickly as possible out of the alley, Nicole had tried her best to be cool and she definitely did a good job acting but deep down she was so scared. The past few months of her research was all a lie and she was just finding out that the man she had been trying to go after for the past few months was actually a werewolf, that really got her much more confused than ever. So what in the world was her father actually doing with a werewolf? She thought to her self.

However, even the two royal wolves couldn’t find any difference on the landscape and ambiance from their own either, maybe just the pack of wolves. There's only one thing they have noticed so far. Unlike Moon Stone, the scents mixing in the air wasn’t just that of “wolves”. There was something that they weren’t sure about what creature could it be. For centuries, their history only talked about werewolves. So, it was hard even for Tyr and Zeev to figure out the very unusual scent in their nose. They looked around further to see if they could find more of Zane’s necklace. But as the sun changed its color and warmth, even going further than they initially planned, they found nothing.

It's a good thing the questions were focused on my previous experience with the fermentation experiments last semester. I slump my shoulders while closing my locker. At least, the oral recitation is already done. It's already lunchtime and there has been no trace of Leandre everywhere inside the school grounds. Weren't mates supposed to have a magic locator or sensor or something like that? I thought our wolves were supposed to be connected. I shrug and started walking towards the school cafeteria. Just then, a woodsy scent reaches my nares which made me search the area for the owner of that scent. It smells so alluring. I want to stick close to whoever owns that scent. The thought of being

She reached within her mind, searching until she found what she was looking for before her eyes opened again. Bloody red and full of a thirst for blood. “There is a little girl that needs our help.”

Once the mother worm died, the child worm inside me disappeared as well. At last, I felt at peace. In truth, I had never stopped investigating Jessica. After my failed test of the mind-reading theory, I hired a private investigator to thoroughly investigate her background. The email I received revealed that Jessica was from the Blackworm Tribe that settled in the southwestern region. That tribe possessed a powerful worm hex. The host of the mother worm could read the thoughts of the host of the child worm at specific times. That was how Jessica had been able to steal my autopsy conclusions every time.

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.”

I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the flame lamp on the wall. Lily had fallen asleep, slumped against the edge of my bed. Her lashes were still wet with tears, her face tired but unyielding. I stayed perfectly still, careful not to wake her, but my thoughts kept spinning. Everything that had happened lately played over and over in my mind. Clearly, werewolves were way too tough, so killing them was next to impossible. If I wanted to get back to the human world, ordinary suicide methods wouldn't cut it.

They knew of Arcana Hills students' excellence, and I was certain they obviously argued about asking for the help of the daughter of a rogue. I went on with my presentation. The projector displayed visual images that had been captured during my research. It revealed sick wolves, with bloodshot eyes, hinting at their aggressive nature. "Over here," I started, "the first image is what everyone already knows, wolfsbane and silver, but here, the second image." Everyone looked closely to see a moving worm.