Worm Webnovel Novels & Stories

Maiko Chiba also tossed Clara Beck’s mother onto the ground. With Uncle Drake and Fairy Doctor’s aura around, the demonic spiders with human faces didn’t dare to get close. “Master, what is this thing?” Maiko also felt strange. This was the first time she was seeing this type of spider. “Shura Spiderwoman!” Alex Rockefeller said. “Do you recognize it?” Fairy Doctor asked. “I’ve read about it before. It’s very difficult to deal with,” Alex said.

Instead of producing a Golden Lycan, he had deformed his own pup. The crowd murmured in disappointment. Some left in disgust. Seizing the chaos, I moved to my black pup and held it gently until a soft click rang out. As my pup began to awaken, its body glowed faintly. “What is that?” “That presence… It’s the aura of a Primordial!” The council gasped, pointing toward me. People also stopped in their tracks. The light grew brighter, illuminating half the sky. However, it wasn’t pure gold; it shimmered with intertwining silver threads, like liquid moonlight coursing through the golden glow.

she answered him She placed both of her palms on the glass the warehouse snaked in fear and right outside, the sodium lamps exploded one by one the temperature rose to twenty degrees in a second, Ice lace raced across the floor like spilled milk. On the screens, Damien’s perfect white room began to crack, it looked tiny and spread across the walls in a spider webbed form ,the cradle behind him sparked gold threads burning black. “Aurora stop”he whelped in pain his voice distorted, warped, broken

Above, below, and all around: stars. Not the familiar constellations of her sky. These burned in impossible colors, moving in slow, complex dances that made her eyes water if she tried to follow too long. Underfoot, there was… not ground. A faint, luminous mesh stretched in all directions, woven of threads of light. It felt like walking on a spider’s web spun from moonbeams. At the center of that web, a door hung in midair. It had no frame. No hinges. Just an arch of pale stone, floating, with the Moonstone set at its apex.

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

"A young woman vanishes without a trace. No evidence. No leads. As if she simply... ceased to exist." "The story fascinated me. I dug deeper, trying to find the truth behind the disappearance — until I came across a novel." My body went rigid. "What did you just say? A novel?" "The world we're in right now — it's a novel. I stumbled into it the same way you did. That's when I realized you didn't just disappear. You crossed over, just like me." "I've been watching you for a while. Everything about you confirmed it — you're the woman who vanished."

she whispered. “I tried to protect everything by erasing you.” “I didn’t know…” The hollow self crumbled in her arms, Not in pain, In peace, Liora’s eyes closed, The blackness faded. And she awoke, surrounded by fire. Nightwind was burning, Not with ordinary flame, With reversed ink white fire that erased what it touched. The creature made of stories and ruin towered over the village walls. Hundreds of old characters, half-written legends, and mythic beasts circled it like stars in its orbit. And it was writing now.

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.

There are just so many loopholes, and I'm scared that at the rate with which things were going, I might have been lied to. In order not to drown myself in sadness, I decided to wash my face and try reading a book. When my child is born, I wish to read him bedtime stories. Miss Rachel was doing her best in giving me short lessons on how to become a Luna mom and I found it boring, maybe because it all has to do with training and training for him to become the next Alpha. Not that I didn't want him to become Alpha. I didn't undergo any kind of training, and I find it rather tiresome learning these things.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”