Worm Web Novel Novels & Stories

My wolf had a rare mine-reading gift—she could hear the truth behind any lie. And that was how I could always tell who was being genuine. Beneath harmless fibs and malicious deceit, I could always find the ones worth trusting. But that was one exception—Theron Shadewound. From the day we met, he'd never lied to me, be it white lies or cruel deception. Throughout two years of knowing and loving him, my wolf heard nothing from his heart, until just a month before our mating ceremony.

The Crimson Thorn Clan members entered a portal together, but out of the fourteen members, only eleven stepped out. Prince Quaddrintin looked around and saw that trees surrounded them. Those trees were joined together by shining black spider webs they hadn’t seen before. In fact, it was an odd colour for a web. Above, the sky didn’t have a sun, instead, there was a green orb-like moon. The sky was covered by fog that the green orb produced so this place; it had no sky.

But I haven't been able to make up my mind about it yet, so I'm still on the fence. "Web novels?" Miranda repeated in surprise. "What kind of web novels?" Mindy smiled awkwardly. "Urban romance." Miranda was speechless for a while. Mindy was a published mystery novelist. Back when mystery novels had been all the craze, Mindy made her grand debut with "Murder Weapon" and sold half a million copies. Later in the same year, her follow-up thriller novel, "The Deserted School", broke her personal sales record in a very short time as well.

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I go through the company database on the wereweb, to see who has coders and then I can go from there. The wereweb is kind of like the darkweb, you need to know how to get there, but once there it’s the same as the normal internet, just meant for the wolf/Lycan community. There's the vampweb, faeweb, superweb etc. As cool as superweb sounds it is literally just where all species can converge and interact together. The only interesting places to go there are the chats though, lots of drama, don’t need a telenovela when you have access to that site! The biggest difference is the fact that, as far as I am aware, there is very little in the way of iniquitous intentions on there.

Sirens are dangerous creatures that consumed the Greeks with their vocal lies. My life is a web—an intricate entanglement of the choices I have been forced to weave. I've created a web and have pinned Selah in the middle of my problems. I'm the hungry spider that feeds on the fly that she is. When my web breaks, I spin another barrier.... another lie. I wrap Selah around and around like a mummy for later consumption.

To everyone still enjoying this series, I thank you for your kindness. Your time. Your consideration for my stories. Weaving all these tales for you has been nothing short of a blessing. You are my greatest achievement and I applaud you for keeping up with my (sometimes) horrible writing habits. I want to tell you about the next book... the second last one in the series. Her Original Wolf. Unlike the previous three, this one will not be a reverse harem. But still spicy. This will be the book that defines the lore. The Origin Story of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves came to be.

I ask and he looks preplaced, he knows the words but he refuses to say it because it is too much of a myth. “Say it.” I tell him. “It is only a myth.” Collins says and I smile. “It is not. At my command, and a letter to Gardenia…more that eight thousand wolves can be released to reclaim my throne because they are Mistwalkers. Ozar’s tropes will not smell or catch a waif of them.” I say and Collins looks into my eyes. “What are we waiting for then?” He asks. “Just like you said, Ozar likes war. It won’t end if we were to just reclaim Elanor. King Ozar needs to be completely removed from the throne and a new king, should be placed on it.” I say and he knows that I am referring to him.

High above, a metal lattice spiderwebbed over the wood in a dome that both protected the Jungles and imprisoned it. Earlier, Moon’s older sister, Soon to be kingss Morag, had proudly taken me on a tour through the wooden houses that peeked between the trees in a town that gave off the feeling that it didn’t expect to be there long, when ropes slung homes higher up in the branches. Why did it feel so abandoned, as if there were less wolves living here than there should have been? Was something happening to them? Unless, you know, it’d already happened, and it was because of sorcereses like me…?

The copper armor faded away. Maya and Julian were stranded atop a lone white page, floating in endless darkness. No walls, no doors, no hospital. Maya stared at her hand—the iron key glowed red-hot and scorched her skin. “She’s gone,” Julian whispered, scanning the black void. “The Author’s gone. Who’s writing us now?” Maya looked down. New words were appearing on the white page, not blue or gold—but deep, bloody red. > “With the Creator gone, the monsters of the dark web finally began to crawl onto the page.”