Worm Webnovel Novels & Stories

The pen had stopped moving and she was in the Destiny Land looking at the new word formed in the manuscript, Shala in the Human World looking at the sky with his gaze traveling into fairy Land, and Ginevra in Morvin Hills looking at her hands absorbing remaining water drops …all said in unison, “WAR.” Announcement-: Dear readers, I am very happy with the love you are giving my book. I am going to publish the second book too within some days. Kindly check on that too. It's a contest book with Werewolf Genre. The book is going to a be a short one. I hope you will give your love and keep supporting me always.

Edit: New work on Webnovel coming soon titled [Godfather World] so be sure to follow! That's it from me, I hope you enjoyed it.

"You carry the same residue that gives strength to the Beasts — a mixture of the original corruption and the Witch's blessing. The latter can be extracted and supply them with the life force that they once had. So, once I push you in there, the mana flowing in you will be attracted to the closest compatible vessel. . ." With his instinct telling him he's now fighting a battle with his life in line, he argued, "W-Why are you telling me this. .? You told me yourself that my mana energy is poor and—" "Far from ordinary, enough to revive one of them," she interrupts. "It has been years since cases of Beast attacks abnormally rose in the neighboring countries. And among those incidents, something

No Anya would grow up entirely isolated in her nature. No Vela would spend thirty-two years believing herself simply broken with nothing to tell her otherwise. No Seren would walk four days through fear of connection toward a gate she was not sure would be real. Not because the work was done. Because the web was restored. And the web, once open, did not close. This was not the door’s closing. This was its opening. Permanent and present and spreading outward across the continent as every Lunar Wolf alive received the warmth of the web settling into the space that had been shaped for it all along.

She asked,while she deftly pruned a rose bush beside Mars. “Hmm…” Mars tapped his chin, snipping a stray branch. He was also pruning a rose bush, but had done so terribly, that only an expert could tell that it's even a rose bush. “We’ve got w*******s and webnovels. On these websites, you can read thousands of cool stories.” 'Like this ridiculous one I’m trapped in,' he was once again reminded of his predicament, not in a warm bed in his warm room but pruning prickly bushes.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

A rhythm like a heartbeat that did not belong to any living creature. Kael? The thought was a thread. Draven? Another. But the column did not return them to her. Instead, it dragged her higher, deeper, outward—a direction she hadn’t known existed until now. Her limbs dissolved. Her breath scattered. Her ribs became architecture, unmapped and undone. And above her, around her, within her— The web vibrated. Not a spider’s web. Not the network that once anchored the Vale. This was a web woven from the bones of every reality the world had ever carried. A web made of:

“Out of cages. Out of graves. Out of your own fear. All the way to the center of my work.” One of the thicker threads brushed my cheek like a caress. “You thought you were prey,” it crooned. “But look at you now.” The collared girl’s eyes snapped open. So did the princess’s. Both looked straight at me—through me. “You are the heart of the web,” the voice said. “The knot I built everything else around. Every line tastes of you. Every node hums with your echo.” The threads pulsed. Images are shot along them—markets, shrines, circles, auctions. Wolves bound and branded. Witches chanting. Blood soaking into stone.

Chloe set up a dreamy and perfect Bonding Ceremony for me. Since I was allergic to pollen but loved flowers, the place was filled with lifelike fake flowers. I was wondering how Chloe knew what I liked when suddenly, a wolf howl echoed from outside. A servant told me that a wild wolf girl from the wolf clan had reverted to her animal form and was clawing at the iron fence outside. I was taken aback. Beastmen only reverted to their animal forms when they were really upset.

She kept running across the wet sand, away from the light, until she finally collapsed behind a parked car, ​Clutching her purse tightly against her chest, she slid down onto the wet ground. Her heart ached violently, a deep, hollow wound. The rain poured endlessly over her trembling body as she curled into a ball and cried. ​After what felt like hours she shakily pulled out her phone. ​The soft, blue glow of the screen illuminated her tear-streaked face. The AI interface was open, the loading light pulsing quietly. ​“M-Mobo…” she whispered brokenly into the microphone, her voice shuddering against the glass. “They said I’m a witch. They said my mother is one too.”