Wyrm Book Novels & Stories

I spoke angrily. Wind bane, or more like wolf's bane, were one of the wolf's greatest enemies. They were fast like lightening, their claws were about eight inch long. One swipe of their long and powerful claw could take off a wolf's head. They were tall, and looked skinny, and they had big heads, and extremely long canines that stood out of their mouth, big bulging eyes that looked like it would fall out of it's sockets, their eyeballs were as black as the night. and they made screeching sounds that pierce through people's ears like needles. "I thought we killed the last of them?!" Lyle asked, as he pulled Freya behind him and adjusted his footing.

He tried to tap the books in front of him to stop his emotions, he is fluttered again. "C-Clark, did you saw that? You touched the book. Ben! He touched the book. Do it again, Clark. Do it again.'' Sashi said with so much excitement. Ben looked back to her when he heard Sashi scream. He thought there is something wrong so he came back.. "Do it again Clark." Sashi said and when Clark tried to lift the notebook, Ben saw it on his two eyes. It moves. "Damn, you did it." Sashi said with so much happiness.

Despite her weathered and worn appearance, Dagmar stood her ground, unfazed and unimpressed. "It's exactly as it sounds, pup." Dagmar snarled. "Something has caused the block to lose its integrity and so whatever it was keeping in or keeping out might be able to get past the weakened part." "What could do something like that?" "Some kind of trauma usually." Ursula shrugged, looking at her aunt. "The manifestation of a wolf spirit maybe?" Dagmar shook her head, the soft empty skin under her neck wobbling with the motion. "No. It would be something much more traumatic than that. It would need to be something that would call on whatever the block is there to prevent."

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It is too soon! Admittedly, Tatyana was far more familiar with the ways of a vampire, even if the ones she’d lived amongst were mutants. She’d listened to enough conversations and snuck enough books out of Wadim’s library to read in the recesses of the den when no one was around to make her a fairly proficient resource where vampires were concerned. The werewolf, which was also known as the lycanthrope, or lycan for short, was something she knew very little about. Now, she was locked in a motel room on the outskirts of Middletown, New York with a man whose human side hadn’t yet allowed the lycan side to take complete control, but it was a daily battle with him as the cycle of the moon prog

H y u n. I... a m... g o i n g... t i... r i p... o f f... y o u r... f i n g e r s... i f... y o u... d a r e d... t o... t o u c h... t h a t... b o o k... a n d... I... a m... f u * k i n g... s e r i o u s." She warnyth wolf spirit who gulped as his hand paused in mid air.

“You have caught my attention, carry on.” “Whether the portals are real or not is another story, but do know the letter he sent to King Armand and the pages I once saw, were real. I want to know if Armand is truly in possession of this book, if not then…” He pauses to look me over. “Find this book for me and I can explain everything to you, as well as what you are.” “What I am?” I frown, “You are no ordinary werecat Sir Crimson, I’m sure you are aware of that, but I can help you discover who and what you really are. An exchange of information, the book I believe is Cambiador for all the knowledge I have on a hybrid like yourself.”

Azrael said after a pause before disappearing into thin air. Teleporting herself inside the cave, she looked at the large dirty blue-colored book that had violet orbs embedded on it, and couldn't help but open it to write what she saw today. It was a book she had been trying to find ever since she lost it. It was the future depicting book of the witches that would vaguely tell about their future.

Liam catches me but I don't let go. I can feel it. Everything. The weight of ten thousand years. The memory of wolves that walked the earth before humans built cities. The power that modern packs have forgotten. It's overwhelming. Terrifying. Beautiful. Aldara releases my hand. I stumble back into Liam's arms. He steadies me. His heart pounds against my back. "What was that?" I breathe.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.