Wyrm Book Novels & Stories

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

She thought maybe she could see some things that could break the bond. She walked to the shelves and searched around for any books that involved werewolves. She picked up a book from the shelf. The book had a picture of a black wolf in front of the title. "Werewolves rule." She remembered that she had seen the book before. The book was for anyone who had just transformed for the first time. It was for the new wolves to know and follow certain rules. "Maybe it might have something to do with how to break it." She said , flipping the book. It was a book with a lot of tiny writing. She flipped it for some time, until she got bored. She was about to drop it when something caught her attention.

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."

“We are called to order to discuss the punishment for Mary Jane Cramby who willfully set fire to seven teenage werewolf boys two nights ago. Six died. One survived and is left with severe scarring and physical impairment.” I didn’t know which my ears didn’t want to hear more; the use of my actual name or the horror of what I’d done to those boys. “I’m going to be punished for burning those boys, aren’t I?” My whisper didn’t hide my panic. A slender, male with a kind face said, “Mary Jane, would you please tell us, in your own words, what happened?” “Missy,” I said without thinking. “Pardon me?” he said with confusion.

She told herself the faint tingle was her imagination, just as the hot dreams she’d been having the past few nights had been nothing more than memories of her girlish rescue fantasies with the temperature turned up by her adult experiences. She traced the raised lettering. A version of Red Riding Hood with the wolf as both sinner and seducer and the woodsman as the hero who saves the girl and takes her away from her old life to a new, better one. Seeing the book, touching it made her mother feel closer than she had in years. Even if it turned out to be just a copy, it was worth whatever she had paid.

Irritated, I pulled it away from him and closer to myself. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I'm always so interested in myths and legends. The stories are so amazing. I'd just never seen that one before, the one you were looking at. About wolves that are cursed to remain as humans. That's like... A twisted version of the werewolf story." He kept rambling on, telling the story of creation and how all 'supernatural' beings were created. I didn't know how this pertained to me because I was a wolf and nothing else but I was drawn to Motty's story and when he was done, looking up at me like he expected me to have a question of some kind, I realized that this must be it. This must be the informant

Fire errupted in her, when she fed on the fifth spirit, since they were old, they possessed so much streghth that she couldn’t take in. Her whole self burned and she tighned her grip on the tree she was sitting on, struggling not to fall. She lost her grip and the time she had landed on the ground, she sighed in reliefe because they had all left. As Karen continued to struggle in feeding the spirits, things were not good at all at her world. Rasmore had gone into seclusiopn period, where he didn’t allow anyone to talk to him. Those were times when Hashmuk stepped in and stood as the alpha in-charge until the day Rasmore becomes normal again. He prayed day and night, hoping that Karen would r

' I thought as I remembered the book that I had read. The book was about the legendary Queen from before 5-6 centuries, and the front cover of the book was a white female wolf growling at the moon. "This isn't what it looks like, right?" I heard someone say near me, or should I say Carla before she growled loudly.

Tyr showed no respect to someone with the likes of Grand Priest. “Buddy, let me tell you a joke,” he said to Dillon with a smile as he gulped down his wine. “I went to America last time to look for a magic book. There was a mutt who wanted to reap the benefits after I lost the battle with my opponent. Guess what? Do you know how things turned out in the end?” “What happened in the end?” Dillon was well aware that Tyr had gone to the Jackals, but he still asked knowingly. Tyr laughed shrilly. “In the end, I gave that mutt a good beating, and it ran away with its tail tucked between its legs! It sacrificed a nine-headed worm with its blood essence, but I cut all of the heads of that nine-heade

As I stepped out of the room, my phone chimed with a text from one of my workers. I knew one of them would fold. My breath caught in my throat as I read the message. [ I know what Grimm’s plans for Wilder are. He wants to burn down his house while he’s inside the house. And he’s on his way right now with some of the men.] I responded quickly and my fingers trembled as I typed the words. [ How sure are you? When did they leave?] His response came in an instant. [ Not too long ago. And in very sure about it. ]