Worm Webnovel Novels & Stories

I ask and he looks preplaced, he knows the words but he refuses to say it because it is too much of a myth. “Say it.” I tell him. “It is only a myth.” Collins says and I smile. “It is not. At my command, and a letter to Gardenia…more that eight thousand wolves can be released to reclaim my throne because they are Mistwalkers. Ozar’s tropes will not smell or catch a waif of them.” I say and Collins looks into my eyes. “What are we waiting for then?” He asks. “Just like you said, Ozar likes war. It won’t end if we were to just reclaim Elanor. King Ozar needs to be completely removed from the throne and a new king, should be placed on it.” I say and he knows that I am referring to him.

Shadows rushed around her, curling into spirals, forming memories she didn’t recognize but somehow felt. A birthing room lit by blue fire. A priestess whispering over a screaming woman. A newborn with a golden mark on her chest. “You were born cursed,” it murmured. “But not by accident. Your bloodline made you a vessel.” Lyra staggered. “A vessel for what?” The creature’s smile widened, too many teeth stretching unnaturally. “For the Wolf-God.” Her breath died. And then the world cracked open with a thunderous boom. Light shot through the Veil like a spear.

The mountain weevils had burrowed into the grain before the first hard freeze, and now we were eating their leftovers. In the original series chapters of Moonborn Fate, this was the part where the text would have fast-forwarded. The author would have written some lazy, sweeping transition like, "And so, a tense winter fell upon the Moon Fang," jumping straight to the grand spring rebellion where everyone looked gorgeous under the blooming cherry trees.

The cries that rattled through her marrow were not echoes of some distant vision but the physical manifestation of a world in agony. Her hand raked through her wild auburn hair, dragging snarls free with impatient force. The strands caught on a spiderweb stretched between branches, fragile as spun glass. Normally, she would have paused, admired the dew-beaded silken threads that glittered like necklaces strung for fae. But no dew clung there tonight. The web was brittle, crumbling at her touch, as though scorched by invisible flame. Mirra cursed under her breath and pulled her hand away.

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

It had such a genetic ability that its body could quickly repair and regrow severed limbs, and within minutes, it would be free to move again. It waited there silently, its ugly body seemingly having a massive hole with some kind of black substance filling it constantly. It looked indescribably disgusting. Spider Queen looked at Nicole with an extremely malicious eye. If it had a human physiology, it would have probably burst into laughter at this time. It stared at Nicole, seemingly convinced that she, like a struggling moth, would have no way of breaking free of the cage she had prepared for her. The cobweb had a strong acidic fluid on it. Anything — including robots — that stayed on it fo

“Finally you can hear me, I’m trying to connect with you for at least 10 minutes.” What do you mean mate, Ari? We don’t have a mate. And you can’t smell one before I shift in a werewolf for the first time.” “Alpha Noah is our mate, he smells delicious. Mmmm, pineapple and morning dew. Our mate.” This had to be a joke, this can’t be true. Alpha Noah is my mate, I’m pregnant for 10 weeks, my parents will kill me the second I walk back to their house, and I’m currently lying in the hospital.

But Claura quickly realized Hana had something inappropriate. "Henry, Hana's gaze, do you see?" Claura said feverishly. "It's too quiet," Henry replied. "Yes, what made her so? It's awful," Claura said heartbroken. Mrs. Vino creates a pink circle and envelops Hana inside. Strands of spider silk formed inside the circle, and they proceeded to invade Hana's entire body. Visible to the naked eye, the spider webs gently ate away the outer bandages, clung to Hana's skin, and proceeded to the renovation process. Every time a strand of silk clung to her skin, Hana hurt like someone stabbed her skin hard with a needle and then pulled. Hana imagined her body was a cloth and spider webs like every thr

It was a life that was not worth living. It was when I turned sixteen and became permanently confined to a hospital bed that I discovered web novels. Limited to a hospital bed awaiting death, I became a voracious reader of werewolf romances. There was something about being a wolf with impeccable health, a pack that is family and a mate that comes and sweeps you off your feet, that got me addicted. It was a life I could never have so I experienced it through fiction. The storylines were repetitive but for a girl like me trapped in an awful life, they let me dream of being healthy, beautiful and surrounded by people who were like me – a pack. Through these books, I experienced love with fated

Kai nodded and pulled the guy, but the web was far too sticky "What did you make this thing out of?" he asked milo. Milo shrugged - just a general garden variety spider. It wasn't tho - not a general spider of a vatiety Miaka had ever seen - it looked more like a scorpion. "Great!" Kai moaned. "I can't break this web." "Well you can't just leave me here!" the human cried in vain. "I shall cut you out," Miaka offered, but her blades dulled on impact.