Wyrm Book Novels & Stories

The air is light and refreshing, I find myself closing my eyes. Opening my eyes once more, I continue to walk forward. As I walk the grass beneath me begins to grow warm. I shift my gaze down and watch as the light green grass begins to glow yellow. From the middle of the clearing purple fog begins to form. The fog is thick and dark as it begins to further spread. I watch as the fog suddenly begins to spiral upward. Slowly the fog begins to clear and a large black dog with glowing purple eyes stands before me. Wisps of black flames surround the dog. The creature approaches me and then lies down in front of me.

I heard Amber uttered, "This is her fight," Feeling the anger channeling through my body, I grabbed the top of the wolf's mouth and the bottom, crying out as I tore him in half. Tossing the corpse aside, I fell to my knees, my body drenched in its blood as I sobbed, staring down at the nails that grew into claws, feeling fangs brushing against my bottom lip, "Oh my God..." Al whispered, "I monster!" I cried louder, "That is why I— I wanted that file so bad, because... I knew I was different,"

And utterly still. Then they stirred. Fast. Corven had drawn his twin blades in one smooth motion, body dropping into a stance that yelled danger. His voice was strained. "Stay behind me." But Anya was already moving forward, her heart a drum in her ears. The wyrm within her uncurled at a slow pace, stretching under her skin like a god rising in rage. "They are not of our world," the wyrm spat. "And yet. they know your name. The first strike came like a hurricane.

The Pack's Triquetra is Book 2 of the Series, which begins with The Pack's Secret Keeper. **Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. ** Havermouth, Eight Years Before Heath’s mother was crying.

TRINITY The books Alpha Nader had given me were thicker than I expected, their cracked spines and yellowed pages holding the weight of centuries-old knowledge. Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I carefully turned the pages of the first book, The Myths of the Lunar Wolves, my fingers brushing over the faded ink. The white wolf. Its image was sketched across one of the pages—a regal creature with fur like snow and eyes that burned like molten amber. The description beneath it told of its rarity, its power, and its connection to the moon goddess herself.

The spines were all faded to one degree or another, and most of them looked antique. “Sure as hell not her porn stash, but that would be far less incriminating,” he remarked, taking out a black-bound book with gold lettering. The title read, “SAMPA VARGR” in huge letters that resembled runes. She recognized vargr from one of Darian's titles. It meant “wolf.” Hunter offered her the book, and she flipped through its pages, her heart pounding as the meaning of sampa became clearer with each successive illustration. Huge bipedal wolves were being slaughtered in every way possible, each grotesque method culminating in a silver dagger through the heart. “Why does Sandra have a book on how to hunt

Grabbing the book he turned around handed it to me. “Please read this and learn about me and my pack.” Taking the book from him, I almost dropped it from where it was so heavy. Damn how old are werewolves to have a book this big? I look at the cover and there is a family crest with a wolf in the middle. The book cover is beautiful and the pages look ragged on the edges. “Fine but for just one night tomorrow we start our summer vacation and I need to turn in my resignation. Plus I have to get all the grades turned in since I’ve missed today and tomorrow is the last day.”

other useless mediocrity. Besides the letter I also pack a yearbook, This is the esoteric book of our wolf clan, it will show you how to use your power, and make the most of your skills. werewolf super. If you can practice Well, the bottomless abyss, or the ten thousand zhang high mountains, can be easily crossed." Ian read the letter with his face changing rapidly, then he curiously turned the pages of the book. In the book, every word is a word, going from easy to difficult, from basic to advanced.

I lay there catching my breath, covered in their cum. My body felt electric, buzzing from the two orgasms they’d already pulled out of me. Jake and Ryan weren’t done. Not even close. Jake wiped my stomach with his discarded shirt and tossed it aside. “You still with us, Emma?” I nodded, smiling weakly. “Yeah. I’m here.” Ryan leaned down and kissed me slow, tasting himself on my tongue. “Good. Because we’re taking turns now.”