Worm Webnovel Novels & Stories

"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…?

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.

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."

"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.

___________ Troy" In the middle of thinking and asking myself who could be Airlea's loathing, me or Razel. I didn't notice that the half spider woman was doing something behind my back. Maybe she realized that even how stronger she is, I could still have the power to fight back against her so she just attacks behind me, and it was too late when I realize it, it was already too late. I was covered by a thick spider web. First, it was just a simple stick to my body like sticky mud but later on, the thread web became thicker and thicker. Until all of my body was covered by it. I tried to use my sword but I couldn't move now. It's just a matter of time and I feel that my body is losing energy an

With Aron's touch and the warmth of his embrace, I felt a renewed sense of hope, a belief that he can face whatever challenges lay ahead. And as the night enveloped us, the unspoken words and shared desires whispered in our bedroom's quiet, sacred space. We found solace in each other's arms, a respite from the tangled web of secrets that threatened to unravel. Our love was a sanctuary, a haven amidst the chaos, and as we gave in to the intimacy that had always been our strength, the threads that bound us together grew stronger, weaving a tapestry of connection that would guide us through the unknown journey ahead. wait, why i'm I lying. all that I have just said here its bullshit. This man i

The vampires are smart enough to make monsters do their job of sending havoc while they hide and get ready for a bigger blow. Leo tilted his head at the back of the car to see who asked him. It was the Alpha. “Based on the report, a newborn with a physical appearance of a spider alike is seen in this area. I don't have more information aside from that. We haven't gathered data about them.” “Spider-like…” Sebastian fondled his chin like he is an ancient thinker pondering on certain facts that ruffles his mind. Vamoire likes spiders. It must be that species she would likely to experiment.

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.