Worm Web Novel Novels & Stories

Dear Readers, Welcome to the enchanting world of "Moonbound ES," a tale of passion, mystery, and supernatural romance. As you embark on this thrilling journey, I, the author, feel both humbled and excited to share the story that has been brewing within me for so long. "Moonbound ES" marks my first foray into the werewolf romance genre, and while I may not consider myself a seasoned professional, I hope that the magic of storytelling will transcend any imperfections.

Rowan left before Iris could see him. Iris sat up and looked around. The air stank of blood and the bank was carpeted with dead bodies. Iris felt nauseous and and finally threw up. "Tell me I was dreaming" She looked at her best friend who looked at Japh. Japh shook his head. "You were…he was…" Iris pointed and touched her forehead. "Breathe" "Werewolves don't exist, right?" She suddenly stood up. "Because there's no way I just saw you change into a...oh no!"

I slowly took a step back, wincing in pain as one of the twigs pricked my foot. I was barely breathing as one of the big wolves with black fur trotted towards me, sniffing. His eyes were fixed on my wrist, and he seemed to freeze before slowly backing away. He turned back to look at me one more time, and I felt a strange connecting to him. The other wolves followed him, and I finally exhaled. A shiver ran through my spine, and I looked around one more time, trying to figure out where I was going to go. If there was one thing I knew, it was that I wasn't going back to my pack. I wasn't going to anywhere that was going to bring me close to Damon and Lila. But I didn't even know where the hell

“This… this can’t be real. I’m losing my mind. I’m inside a book, aren’t I? A werewolf novel. This is exactly how it starts. The poor, confused girl, the scary Alpha, the dramatic bond… Oh my God, I’m a main character. I’ve read this before!” Damon’s brows knit together. “Novel?” “Yes! A story! A werewolf story! And guess what… There was no Damon in it, and definitely no Alaric. So what is this? A spinoff?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath. “Selene, you are not in a story. This is the real world.”

Their traps were not mere pits or snares, but intricate webs of illusion and enchantment, designed to ensnare the mind as much as the body. One such encounter had nearly cost her dearly. She’d been navigating a treacherous mountain pass, seeking the solitude of the highest peaks, when the air had suddenly shimmered, the solid rock face before her dissolving into a hazy, mirage-like image. It was a cloaking spell, designed to disorient and confuse. She’d felt a prickling sensation on her skin, a subtle drain of her energy, the tell-tale sign of arcane manipulation. She’d stopped, her senses on high alert, her wolf instincts screaming of danger. The silence was too profound, too absolute. Ther

I hated how my wolf still reacted to him, how my instincts betrayed my pride the second he touched me. "It's late," I whispered. "I need to get to the Soul-Forge. Kaleb is waiting for the new shipment of crystals." The mention of the shop, or perhaps Kaleb, made his eyes snap open. Those golden pupils caught the morning sun, glowing with a predatory brilliance. Before I could scramble out of bed, he flipped me over with a sudden motion, pinning me beneath him. His hands braced on either side of my head, his gaze searing into mine.

​The world vanished. ​He wasn't in the Shallows anymore. He was standing in a field of grey ash. In the distance, he could see the "Symphony"—a massive, beautiful web of golden threads stretching across the sky. But the threads were being choked by violet vines that pulsed like veins. ​At the center of the web stood Cyrus, a giant made of flickering code and ancient Sterling pride. ​"You've come to play the hero again," Cyrus’s voice boomed from the sky. "But look at your threads, Kael. They’re so thin. So fragile."

My vision blurred, my ears rang. It hurt. It hurt so much. I saw Kael shift into a massive wolf and charge beneath the broodmother’s belly. A piercing screech echoed, followed by the sound of tearing flesh and a wet, disgusting burst. The stench exploded through the air, making it hard to breathe. Then, from the treetops above, bodies began falling like rain. Dead spiders are raining down. I couldn’t move at all, not even to dodge. One spider fell straight toward me, and I accepted it.

Chapter 19: Knell Rhys's P.O.V: Well...cobwebs were the first thing in my 'what-you-find-in-your-potential-mate's-basement' list. A lot of them. Now I'm not one of those people that get all whimpery and panicky at sight of tiny microscopic bugs that can hardly cause any trouble for an almost immortal shifter, but..., "Is it me or do these spiders look a hell lot like Tarantula's?"

He reached into his lap and picked up his book, pulled it so close to his face he could smell the old, yellowed pages. “I’ve got all night,” he said. “Do you?” But Wes didn’t have all night—soon his eyes grew heavy and within an hour he was asleep. The book sat on the end of his nose until he rolled over and Ira Levin ended up on the floor by his slippers. Reggie woke him with her soft snoring at dawn. He rolled onto his back, wiped his eyes and remembered the silent duel from the night before. The ceiling swam into focus and he saw that it was bare. Instead of crickets, there was now birdsong; a sweet sound. He wet his gums and cleared his throat, rolled over and reached for the lamp, bed-s