Worm Webnovel Novels & Stories

If I remember correctly He seems to use some sort of a very strong demonic beast web. “Um… I think he uses the web from the beyond ascension realm demonic spider with some sort of special method to refine it removing any undesired trait-like poison and stickiness en masse.” Aurelia nods repeatedly and starts to take notes in her memo with the language I don’t know. It should be the language from her homeworld.

"Flower garden" . it is a normal romance novel , the reason why I hate this novel , because it is a cringey novel with cringey dialogues and the worst case scenario is , I didn't complete the novel , because it annoyed me . But however its a beautiful place where magic exist , it's limited though and in this world they have 2 moons ; one emits golden rays and the other blue rays . As you know ,the title of novel based on the flowers where everyone worship flowers as a symbol of peace and glory of their Kingdom. Here if you don't have a flower garden or maintain it properly , people will considered as you ill- mannered person . They also have church and prophets .

Wilbur glanced up at the web in the sky, then looked down at the mist below. At that moment, the mist abruptly gathered up and formed a black sphere. Hadirt stood within the sphere and glared menacingly at Wilbur. A sudden sense of foreboding welled up within Wilbur. Then, numerous tendrils extended from the black web above, swiftly entangling the cultivators in the sky. Wilbur watched as a cultivator was pulled into the web by the tendrils, only to be instantly consumed. Streams of energy flowed through the network of the web, all converging into the black sphere below. Hadirt was absorbing the energy from the cultivators!

Was he doing that to see how far she would go to try to frustrate Nikjin’s attempts at becoming the next Alpha King? That made sense because she refused to believe that a human actually thought that it was possible for him to defeat a werewolf and become the Alpha King. Either that or Zokman was seriously demented and would need the help of a psychiatrist to set his head right. “Let me go and fetch the herbs for you, Rowana,” said Mizzah. “I will return quickly, I promise.” “Thank you,” said Rowana with a sad smile as she watched the younger woman leave. “She is such a kind soul. I do not want to lie to her.”

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Smart trees. Power hums beneath my skin—ancient, hungry, playful. I can feel the threads of the world weaving around me, and with one flick of my wrist, I pluck at them like strings on a harp. The air ripples, revealing flashes of everything that breathes nearby: wolves patrolling borders, witches guarding covens, and spirits chained to old graves. All of them glowing faintly in my mind’s eye. The world, when you see it like this, looks like one big web—threads of light and blood connecting everything alive. And me? I’m the spider that doesn’t bother hiding.

I look at a mirror in the corner of my grandma's attic and hear scurrying on my grandma's roof. A creature with large eight legs appears in the attic window. The legs are hairy and black, and stretch across the glass as they twitch. In the mirror I see my reflect, my eyes glow and my fists tighten. My voice speaks the elder magic as Cody and Chief Wolfpaw become wolves again. I put the magic books in my bag as quickly as I can, as the house becomes invaded by the large spiders of the St. Maria forest.

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.”

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.