Worm Webnovel Novels & Stories

That was clear in his gaze. “The blood moon is approaching soon, and according to the witch we have in our dungeon, it’s the second stage of this prophecy.” He has a witch in his dungeon? And wait- “Prophecy?” I listened as they filled me in on what I was missing. The prophecy settled heavy in my stomach, only adding to the anxiety I was struggling to hide from him. Redeemer, guardian, omnipotent, it all felt so serious. When I was younger, I remember over hearing my mother speaking with High Priestess Sage about it, but I was so young, it didn’t stick that well to me. At least I thought it didn’t. Could I somehow be connected to all of this?

Not just mine but Haiban, Zaeramil, and Lanasia are listed here as tributes to the creators of the spell. The werewolf universe. My hand automatically covered my mouth. The spells further describe the creation of their world, the difference between day and night from this human world, and the werewolf's world for the dead. Every single detail testifies to contribute to my weak apprehension. "Manjiro! Werewolves are alive! Werewolves have their own world! It means that the Moon Goddess did not erase their existence! She considered my proposed plan!" I buoyantly announced. "Oh, then why are we here in the future?"

he added, his gaze riveted on the swinging branches in the wind. "So, you are the first reincarnation?" I inquired, hoping for a more specific response. "Yes. Everything started with you... "I also feel bad for dragging you into this," he said. I simply nodded, wondering what to say. "There were two human children who discovered they were werewolves in the peaceful and hidden village of Willowmare." They fell in love, a pure and deep love that was nonetheless fraught with difficulties. "Their story is about more than just love; it's about self-acceptance and fighting fate," he stated.

The maze seemed endless, the walls pressing closer with every step. The skittering returned, the spider relentless in its pursuit. I stumbled into an open chamber, the first space I’d seen that wasn’t a narrow corridor. It was circular, the walls lined with jagged spikes. In the center was a pedestal with a glowing orb hovering above it, pulsating with a faint, golden light. Instinct told me the orb was my way out. The spider burst into the chamber, its legs clicking menacingly against the floor. It circled me, its massive body blocking every exit.

image seared itself into her mind. Malakai's grip tightened, and Arachne's thoughts turned to survival.The village outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the stark reality of her situation. Arachne's magic, once a source of comfort, felt stifled, suffocated by the weight of her circumstances. She walked beside Malakai, her heart heavy, her spirit already beginning to wither.The journey to Malakai's estate seemed endless, each step taking her further from the fragile life she knew. Arachne's resolve hardened – she would endure, for now. But the embers of resentment smoldered within her, waiting to ignite.Warning: This scene contains mature themes, violence, and non-consensual content.Arac

As the Earth rotated on its axis, bringing a new day to life with each sunrise, Selena was hard at work spinning her web of deceit. Her maneuvers were akin to the intricate workings of a spider. Each strand of her web was spun with careful deliberation, weaving a trap that was both delicate and resilient. Her target, caught within this web, was Alex. Each movement, each word she uttered, was a strand in her web, meticulously spun and laid out with an ulterior motive.

Using his power, he crushed all the blades and arrows hiding in the forest in just one snap, then looked at the direction of the fifth mountain. Sabrina's POV I sighed in relief when I saw Alex and Azrael. Because of that, I'm excited to fight the beasts. In front of me is a two headed huge spider. This beast is Orthrus. According to the book, Orthrus web shrouds can make living things paralyze and worst get you killed once you are trapped inside because that white thing is poisonous. But I know its weakness so it won't take long to defeat this beast.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

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…?

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