Worm Webnovel Novels & Stories

It will help me alot to grow. In the meantime, when you are waiting for this story to be updated, you can read my other book named 'Fated to the Beast' which is complete book present on GoodNovel only. It contains werewolves, vampires, witches and all sort of supernatural characters. It's really a sweet, romantic and funny story showcasing strong bond between friends.

Witch Village ****** In the end of Witch Village, in the small clearing stood a large but low, beetle-browed cabin, its ancient and ramshackle walls stood in an almost unrecognizable way, it was a dirty, six-foot, artificial stern cabin. With a harsh kick to her right side, Prenah was startled awake from a restless sleep. She attempted to touch her hands over to assess the pain that was pouring its way up her stomach and was shortly reminded of the coarse rope constraining around her wrists. She struggled to pull against it, evaluating the knot, and was remembered of the severe anguish it left in its wake. Unexpectedly an enormous hand was clutching her upper arm and grabbing her to her feet

“Like hugging a baby wolf.” The loom hummed louder as the anchor thread grew, stretching toward the rift visible through the city’s spires. But halfway through, the thread snapped, sending a shockwave through the hall that knocked them off their feet. “The web rejects it,” the lead weaver gasped, their form flickering. “There’s a third element missing—something that connects both worlds at their core.” Kael nuzzled Ellie’s hand, his wings flaring with a mix of crystal light and trinity fire. Ellie’s eyes widened, and she grabbed Elara’s hand, pulling her toward the loom.

she hissed, and the loom unleashed a wave of crimson energy that knocked Jessica to her knees. The hollowness threatened to swallow her, but Kade’s roar, Selene’s light, Lucas’s defiance, and Bryan’s quiet strength pulled her back. She stood, her spark flaring one last time, and poured it into the loom, not to destroy but to rewrite. The crimson threads burned gold, and the nexus shook, its chaotic constellations realigning into the wolf and witch. Arachne screamed, her form flickering as the loom collapsed, its threads unraveling. “This is not the end!” she spat, her crimson eyes blazing. “The true weaver will rise again!”

It's a fucking visual disaster. Everywhere I turn to is full of couples kissing and smooching each other. I hate them. I hate them all. I hate the pangs of desire they awaken in me. Why can't they just get a room? Why do they have to remind me of how miserable I am? I am Selene, the girl no one wants. Right from elementary school, I can count on my fingers the numbers of friends I have had and there will still be some fingers left. I thought it will be better in college but it seems like I still have the cloak of invisibility draped over me.

I’d gotten my revenge. There was no one left to interfere with my matebond with Victor. We could finally start a family, just as we’d always wanted. I could—— ——— ‘What a predictable ending,’ I thought to myself, dropping my phone onto the bed next to me. And to think I’d thought this werewolf web novel would be different. They really got me excited in the first half, believing maybe the storyline would be unique, but it turns out it was just the same as the others. How many of these had I read now? Fifty? A hundred? Did I even care anymore?

I couldn’t move anywhere else apart from moving to my side table. “Ughh!” I tried to fight the pull but gave in and let it guide me. My body was as if it wasn’t mine. It moved on its own. But this one was not as shocking as getting to relive again, adding more honey, getting to go back in the past. My hand stopped by the side table’s drawer. I found that the magnetic pull wanted me to get the drawer open, so I did, only to find my old diary! It was the diary in which I used to write everything!

The wind wailed afore the catastrophe and the trees shook their leaves slowly as though pitying us. We had been told earlier that we need each other for survival but none was cautioned that the golden orb we all embarked on for our specie was to spawn wickedness and jealousy in our hearts as we tried to secure it for ourselves—and specie. Margaret was the first to get to it; the orb. She was a werewolf, the fittest of us all. As she touched the orb, hundreds of spooky ghosts like the shadows of varmint, soared from above the ground and attacked her like a swarm of angry bees. Before I fled, two ghosts pulled out her eyeballs before floating into her sockets. Another laughed as it forced its

(Matilda’s POV) What an unlucky day, I am going crazy in this search for a mate thing! What is this stupidity to have a mate to rule? Why one would bear an extra person beside her to achieve her dream? This is literally so absurd! Matilda was roaming around when she happened to come across three vampires, her kingdom’s enemy. She was not prepared for a fight as it was a sudden counterattack. She fought with two of them and pushed them back but suddenly the third one jumped on her and just when he was going to attack her a werewolf came from nowhere and fought with such an aura that those vampires got scared and vanished from there.

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