Wyrm Novels & Stories

It was a disaster. The bloodstains on the ground were still obvious. Many demon beast corpses were lying around. The most rampant was a kind of wolf that had enormous bodies. They were nearly four meters in length, and their bodies were completely white. There were also odd demon beasts that were completely black and looked like hybrids of lions and pigs. “This is a Frostblade Wolf. It’s of the Cryo element,” Yuno pointed at a wolf’s corpse on the ground and said. After that, she pointed at a black one. “This is a Bloodthirst Swine. It has powerful attack powers.”

She pressed her lips together, too tense to afford herself the liberty to curse. The upside was that all three paid no attention to the escaping horse, only to her in synchronized unison. The downside was that this only confirmed every one of Gorien’s dark suspicions. Wyrms were supposed to be mindless. With their diamond-shaped heads and legless bodies, they were little more than giant snakes with intelligence to match, and they were ruled by the urges of their nature the same as any species. They had no concept of planning, of advanced strategy. They were just—animals. They couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, could only chase their primal instincts and no furthe

Oswic thought he saw embers from the tyronimic but he wasn't sure. The tyronimics - each with three heads, though, was the least of their problems. Out of nowhere, a huge plank of wood hit Gerey's red-haired head. Gerey turned around, surprised, just in time to see a creature, just like a monkey - but way more agile, leap from the ground onto a tree with limbs like a frog's and a large plank in his hands. “Schwalzar! I know him. His specie is just like mine. They serve, too - always have and always will, but people of higher classes - nobles.” Jeyrin announced, “He is one of the most notorious Hewarqs there are.”

I whined, picking up a sweatshirt with fragility. "Well... because you didn't listen to the warnings and so you brought this upon yourself. Good luck and try to stay alive." Alpha Gray laughed, closing the door to my escape and the door of the big laundry room. Werewolves sweat and blood smell awful than humans because of the supernatural power they hold. But I will surely be dying over this foul smell. "Oh! Look. It's Clara the troublemaker." The beta entered the room, pushing a big trolley filled with another pile of dirty clothes.

the big mouthed teammate persisted on his efforts as the big ball in one of his snake mouths were pulsating sporadically in a ghastly glow. "You stupid worm! You dare contradict your team leader's command?!" the leader then heightened his aura more as it aimed to force the huge ancient hydra to back down. He swore that this would be the first and last time he would take a worm into his party. Worms were a native term to those people who were born in this world. Dragons were popularly coined for those ascenders who rose out from the constraints of their respective realms. Marlone may have reached immortal cultivation but he was a true worm inside and out.

“Is that?” I carefully looked at what became of the prisoner. She is now wagging her two tails and her vibrant red fur is screaming with elegance and beauty. This werewolf is an ancient myth, no sanguis is left - “A sanguis.” Both of us muttered as we saw a two-tailed red werewolf staring at us. A low growl from sanguis made us shiver and fascinated. Everything a sanguis had is bloody red eyes, fur, and two long tails slowly swaying, following the air.

And as Morrigan walks near Frey the air in the room suddenly turned cold. Morrigan stood in front of Frey at a safe distance, pulled the ribbon that is tying her hair, and let the braids unravel themselves, letting her hair fall like water finally able to come back the stream to live. Frey shivered as a cold breeze touches her skin as she take a better look at the young lady standing tall in front of her. Her back is straight, her elbows folded in perfection as she plays with the ring on her thumb as her hands rest in the middle of her torso. Morrigan gave her a soft smile. "You are right. I am from Hymir, and that I am from a powerful family. My family's name could be heard everywhere in ou

Visions flashed in front of Nya’s eyes as she tried to rectify what she’d been seeing for the last several days with the scene before her now. All along, she’d thought she’d been seeing Slate in his dragon form in chains, but that wasn’t what she’d been seeing at all. It was this other dragon, the one rising up in front of her now. He looked anything but happy as his nostrils began to flare, and it was quite obvious this dragon’s duty was to protect the Heart of Magic, which Nya could no longer see as it was hidden behind the dragon’s large back.

She should have been scared or at least cautious but she was not. She paused suddenly when her gaze finally found what she was looking for. Her heart skipped a beat. Without her knowing, her feet pushed forward towards the beast who had struck fear in many hearts. His hazel orbs glowed with malice as they stared back at her. Sharp razor-like canines peeked from his mouth. Rosalie imagined those fangs lacerating through flesh. Cold dread twisted in her guts. His arms were chained to the massive poles on either side. The species in front of her held no resemblance to the Ryker she knew. He was hideous, frightening. He was not a human nor a wolf. He had turned into a beast with fur as black as

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.