Wyrm Novels & Stories

Sheila, noticing the confused Alexander, explained, "The golden sandworm is a rare worm of the Grimalkin. Although small individually, they're formidable when attacking together. It went extinct a long time ago, so I'm surprised to see them again." Sheila, too, was unaware of the potential of the sandworm as it was not recorded in the archaic literature. Alexander smacked his lips, lamenting at how bizarre things could be. Even a Lord of War could be tormented by some miniature worm. "Get lost!" Chroma Stirling got to his senses and activated his Lord of War domain to dispel the worm. Though grievously injured to the point that his flesh was ripped apart, a peak Lord of War would not be easi

Instead of being able to resist, the monsters noticed Violet too late because they were surprised by Erin's gravity magic. "Harrrkkk!! Ekk.." There was a roar from a Wyrm which Violet slashed right away. Wyrms are snake-like creatures that are relatives of dragons. Wyrms have the bodies of slithering snakes, Wyverns have the bodies of lizards with wings and a pair of legs, while Drake has 2 pairs of legs without wings. "Al, what are you doing!?" Erin asked grumpily when she saw me picking up the Wyrm earlier.

Amelia's heart quickened as she realized the sound was not that of another rogue werewolf, but of something much larger and far more dangerous. Bursting through the undergrowth came a colossal creature—a mythical beast known as a forest guardian. Its muscular form was covered in shimmering green scales, and an array of thorny vines snaked around its massive body. Its eyes glowed with a luminescent light, radiating ancient wisdom and power. The rogue werewolves faltered, momentarily stunned by the appearance of this unstoppable force. In that brief respite, Amelia seized the opportunity to regroup her pack and rally them for one final push. They knew this was their chance to turn the tide.

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

the beta says, looking at the two boys who are looking at me like I grew another head. "Remember when we said there's two grey wolves and one white one?" alpha Aiden asks. "Yes, alpha," River answer him, he's much bigger, he's almost the size of an adult wolf while I stayed my small self. "White wolves are special wolves, only six of them exist, do you know why they are super important to the pack?" alpha Rowan explains. "They are omegas? Well, what's left of them," River says, and the beta nods proudly, he must have explained that to them during the classes.

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

she asked just to be sure. “Yes I’m sure mum”. VVVVV Inside the safety of his room, he locked his door and peeled of his wet clothes tossing them in the hamper. He walked into the bathroom. He closed it also and turned his back to the mirror and took a picture. The cobra, a huge contrast to his white skin. Ink black all curled up and baring his fangs. He had always been fascinated with snakes and not just snakes. Any animal that was poisonous. Always wanted to know how their toxins worked on predator and prey. Others found it weird, but his father was proud of his curiosity.

It would be the first time he was hearing the name of the creature. "It is called the Wyvern. I heard a couple of maids discussing how deadly the creature was and how it had the capability of tearing flesh and eating through them." Both Hercules and May stared at each other in disbelief. "A wyvern is an ancient mythical creatures, which for many century many believe not to exist, but it turns out that such an idea was wrong. The creature actually does exist and can only be controlled by its master, who is well versed in black magic. Thus, I strongly believe the creature is still out there lurking and if it is still lurking, then its master is still alive." May was surprised that her mother k

In his eyes, rage and worry war for control, and I wonder if—even now—he senses that the battle before us is greater than anything we’ve faced before. “What is that?!” My voice shakes, unable to mask the fear tightening around my throat. Garret draws a deep breath, his eyes filled with grim understanding—and something else I can’t quite name. “It’s a wyrm,” he says at last, his voice low, as though the very word might make the earth tremble. “An ancient creature—beyond our control.”

“You were born with the blood of two paths—rule or ruin. The Council wants to use your power to resurrect the First Curse, bind the old gods, and rewrite every law the Moon ever gave us.” Kael crossed his arms. “And you’re here to stop them?” Lucan didn’t answer immediately. “No. I’m here to make sure you do.” Before I could respond, a roar ripped through the forest. My blood ran cold. That wasn’t a rogue. That wasn’t a wolf. Kael’s eyes went wide. “That sounded like—” “A Wyrm,” Lucan finished grimly. Wyrms hadn’t been seen since the Elders locked them away during the Lunar Divide—giant, serpentine beasts corrupted by blood magi