Worm Webnovel Novels & Stories

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.”

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

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The living room was inside, and the bedroom was even further in, but Christine suddenly felt the fluctuations of magic, which immediately triggered the 'Mage Armour' on the magic ring on her left hand, and she immediately flew out of the room. But it was already too late. A huge spider web covered her, Nazan the mage and the maid. It was a second level spell called 'Spiderweb'. This spell can create many layers of tough, sticky silk threads. These threads are similar to spider silk, but much thicker and stronger. They will entangle living creatures within range.

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.

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