Worm Webnovel Novels & Stories

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.

What kind of madness is this? And then I make the mistake of looking at Figaro, sleeping peacefully on the bed. My hair stands on end when I realize I can see slightly through him. Inside him there is a huge black mass of sticky webbing, crawling with swarms of disgusting spiders and horrible writhing worms. They’re gnawing into his flesh, causing him pain—he even whimpers softly in his sleep. My poor baby… I pray the witch doesn’t lie and really helps him get rid of this nightmare.

The old man looked into her palms keenly for another full minute, his eyes widening like they were about to pop right out of their sockets. Yolanda and Charles had exchanged puzzled looks for the umpteenth time, trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, the old man began to mumble words that made no sense to the young man and woman seated before him. "I can see very dark spirits inside of you. I can see a__werewolf," He paused and looked closer. "There's a woman obscuring my view of your future. She's standing before a door. It looks like she is trying to keep it closed."

he exclaimed in the Saxon language. In response, Marcus retorted, "I am flesh and blood." Marcus vanished with a snap of his fingers just as Centaur released an arrow from his bow aimed towards him. Marcus appeared and expressed his dissatisfaction with the greeting, "Come on now, that's not how you welcome an old friend after all these years. Let's take a seat, have some drinks, and catch up on old times - perhaps we can discuss the infamous 'Whore of the Wood'." Centaur became infuriated by Marcus' speech and went into a berserk state, firing three arrows simultaneously at Marcus. However, Marcus simply snapped his fingers and vanished without any difficulty.

The wind above the dungeon didn’t help my wounds at all, I covered myself with an item of clothing used by the one I strangled. I found an old hut inside Domlur and decided to go in to treat my wounds and to find an exit to this place. I sat on the ground and ripped my sleeves and tried to stop the bleeding by lightly tapping the cloth against my scraped flesh. Come to think of it, I’ve seen a lot of male werewolves but not female werewolves. I am into hunting for so long but I have never once hunted a woman. I tried to look outside; it may seem like a normal day with people walking around but this is all a façade.

"Though the Moon is a powerful God, he has his limitations, as he is a lesser God compared to the Divinities. Nevertheless, it is said that he was graciously granted the ability to perform five divine miracles, intended to maintain harmony and balance between our kind and the rest of the world. "Unfortunately, being a creation of a lesser God made Raguel not immune to defeat. He met his match when he encountered the dangerous werewolf tyrant, Crustblood the Terrible, a descendant of Argo who was also a powerful wizard. Crustblood's wolf, Draven, was a strong and cunning creature. During the battle, Draven deceived Raguel, by pretending he had lost and was lying helpless on the ground. As Rag

Phoebe The girls gasps in unison, and I do the same because what the hell is happening here? Am I dreaming? Did Adrian just say he plans on making me his Luna? Unlike normal werewolves, an Alpha can claim their own mate, but why me?! Adrian waits for my answer, his eyes never leaving mine. I feel as though the whole world is staring at me, waiting for me to say something. What the heck do I do?! My mind is racing, trying to make sense of everything that’s happening. Adrian, the alpha of our pack, wants me, a simple and weak omega, to be his Luna. It’s a dream come true, but at the same time, it feels surreal.

An emptiness that cannot be understood. Anger stirred in his heart, Yarsi growled muffledly and took another step, overcoming something elastic and viscous, unwilling to let go of his prey. A wave of chills swept through his body, the werewolf king already rushed forward with force, silver reflections flashed in his eyes, making visible the substance that held him - a web pulsing with suction energy. He again roared dully, his voice distorted, acquiring components of a different essence, a different reality that does not belong to this world. And immediately there was a lingering sound of something breaking into parts - for a moment connecting two realities together. The web recoiled sharply

I pulled my hand away. "What's wrong?" Mollie asked, surprised at their reaction. "Mate?! I said, confused. "I thought i was wrong. My wolf felt her the first time i touched her- she- my mate. She's my mate, we just Zinged now." I said, forcing the words out. how could she be my mate? A Human. She gasped, clasping a hand over her mouth, "Ohh! This is awesome.! You've found your Luna." Mollie replied excitedly.

was, it was in a cocoon made of the spider's web. She walked up and stood in front of it, slowly reaching out her hand and apprehensively placing it on the cocoon. It felt much as she expected it would, somehow both sticky and dry. As she pulled her hand back, a trace amount of the white stuff came with it, which she rubbed off onto her cloak. “There's no spider in this story,” Janice speculated, her voice sounding slower than normal, more hollow. “Isn't there?” the mysterious voice ridiculed. “No, it's supposed to be a wolf,” Janice replied. She wasn't even sure what she was saying, what the slowed words coming out of her mouth even meant, but knew it was important to say them.