Worm Story Search Novels & Stories

Adam scrolled down, his eyes scanning the titles, until they fell upon a book titled "Wolves and Their Subclasses." A surge of excitement coursed through him, and he couldn't help but hope that he had finally found the right place to uncover the mysteries of the Tyrex wolf. Gathering his resolve, Adam hastily made plans to visit Domino's Shop of Myths and Legends, eager to quench his thirst for knowledge once and for all.

Idara The moment I closed for the day, got home, greeted my mom and headed for my room, I went straight to my laptop. At least the internet should have something—anything at all. I typed “are werewolves real?” into the search bar. At first, I scrolled through the results, but everything I saw was fiction or people discussing movies and books with that theme. None of it gave me what I was looking for. I searched for hours until night fell. If I couldn’t find anything useful online, then I might actually have to go to a library or something.

I muttered to myself. But ridiculous or not, I had to know. On the search bar, I typed packs. Results instantly popped up. There were results about animal packs and most especially wolf packs. My hand banged against my ribcage as I directed the cursor to the result at the bottom of the page, the one I knew I was searching for all along. Werewolf packs; Myth or hidden truth?

I can't stand by and let innocent people get hurt. "Where are they?" I asked while taking one of Alex's park as from the walk in closet. "On the border of the Ripper forest." Charmaine answered while following my steps from behind. "Where's Eloise?" Eloise is my second babysitter. "She followed her mother-mate to the Ripper forest, Eloise is one of the strongest female werewolves in this pack." he replied with a little stammer. "Luna where are you going?" he asked as I slipped on my running shoes

Claudia continued her report when suddenly another voice chided in. "They told me that The Vampires' Lord was searching for something that the oracle told them to find." Justin pushed Claudia aside, making her frowned in distaste before pushing his head again to the side. "The oracle that was passed to the lord of vampires? I have heard it once but for years they've never resurfaced again. From where did they get ahold of such an oracle?" Mike asked again and heard Justin giving a long hum to force his memories out.

"This is a royal pain. Are you sure we have to check every room?" "That's what Balista said," another man said. "Come on. "Let's get this over with. We don't have much more to go. We've been through most of the Compound already." "What are we looking for again?" The door creaked as light streamed into the room. "Nothing, you moron!" The second man's sigh was audible. "Balista just wants to make sure the warehouse is secure. Once the wolves discover that their princess is gone, they're going to come looking for her—"

Dad hurtled up the stairs and said to me, “Honey, there are some problems dad needs to fix. Tasha will look after you both for a week, be nice. Okay?” “Okay.” Jenny dumped out the plastic puzzle pieces from their bag onto the floor. I darted into the room to play and what the hell! I stood on the dehydrated leaves. The dark sky ripped open manifesting the milky way band. Enormous weeping willows encircled me; edges of their leaves slightly jagged. The wind blew in brief episodes. My 5-years-old body metamorphosed into my present figure; I gripped an unpleasantly serrated rock in my hand, that was about the size of my fist, which I couldn’t recall picking up. I reeked of blood.

Two Weeks Later Stella’s POV Cole and I have been working together closely for the past two weeks finding the dark witches. We have captured six so far. They do not give us much though. They are known as bottom feeders, so they don’t know anything. I feel happy and at peace when I am with Cole and I know he feels the same. I wish things could be different between us. Any time I am not with him I am wondering what he’s doing, and I fantasize about him. I keep having these crazy vivid dreams about the two of us. I try to shake it.

He leaned against a chart detailing the stages of a werewolf's shift, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "So, boys," Victoria said, popping onto a stool and snapping open a file. "What are we hunting for today? HIV? HPV? Syphilis? The Red Rot? Scabies? Gono? Chlamydia?" I blinked, the list of potential horrors making my head spin. I knew our world was dangerous, but I hadn't realized how many ways there were to break. I looked at Luke, my voice a mere whisper. "What's the Red Rot?" He shrugged, looking just as lost as I was.

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.