Wyrm Novels & Stories

Fly? What the hell? He tried to recognize the smell, as it was familiar to Maverick, Scarlett’s mate. He knew that something was off from the moment he picked up Maverick’s scent. Maverick was a Pterolycus, a werewolf with wings. Not just that the Pterolycus was also a creature of the 4 seasons (Summer, Winter, Autumn, and Spring) and 4 elements (Water, Earth, Fire, and Air) and could possess multiple abilities regarding these seasons and elements.

His eyes trailed her wounded body and he growled lowly, he pushed some fallen strands hair off her dirty and bloody face. "Where the hell is the doctor!" he growled impatiently. He snapped his head towards me with his reddened eyes and his trembling lips as if he's trying to hold back his tears or anger, even his hands and shoulders were shaking. Then I saw an emotion in his eyes, an emotion I have never seen him show before or even thought I'd never see him show. Fear!. Wymond is the great King of the supernatural world, he's always had everything under control and he's never been scared of anything in his thousands of years on earth -in fact, that word doesn't exist in his dictionary.

"We can tell you what it is, but we don’t know how to kill it." Kowalski looks crestfallen. “It’s called a Wyrm. It’s huge and ancient and lives under the ground. It hunts by tracking movement. Foundations and pavement muffle it. The smallest movement causes a vibration that can alert it. We’ve lost one of our own, so we’re staying home as far as possible." "And you have no idea what kills it?" "Not yet. We’re waiting on somebody who’s looking for the answer to that." Kowalski looks down at the packed snow under his own boots. Then at the treeline, and I watch him decide to believe us.

“Don’t know… don’t want to know.” Something watched them—vision sharp, edges burning. Their breaths curled like ghosts. “Probably just a stray,” Martin said, not believing it. Hydraulics whined. The arms lifted the dumpster. A heavy THUD hit the truck roof—metal shuddered. Walt yelped, tumbling out of the open door. “What the—” The bin trembled. Another bang. Then— With a crashing boom, the dumpster slammed down, and a hulking shadow vaulted from behind it: a towering werewolf, black-furred, eyes burning amber. It hit Martin in a streak of teeth and claws.

Eyes that were colorless, washed out, the dead white of ancient glacial ice. Keanu banked hard. The force of the turn nearly threw me sideways, would have if Cain’s arm hadn’t been locked around me like a steel band. The creature screamed past us close enough that I felt the displaced air rip at my clothes. Its tail, barbed with crystalline spines, swept through the space where we’d been a half second before. “Shit!” Cain’s voice was raw behind me. “It’s a frost wyrm! Keanu, we’re going to jump. Don’t play around with it. Kill it fast. There are probably others.”

These were not the creatures they had faced in the Glade; these were different, stronger, far more organized. Lyra, her senses heightened, recognized the markings on their twisted forms. They were the remnants of the Obsidian Pack, a group believed to have been eradicated centuries ago. Their leader, a hulking brute named Malazar, was a figure whispered about in hushed tones, a wolf of immense power and ruthless ambition, one who had once threatened to plunge their world into eternal darkness. His return was a nightmare made real.

Roar!!! The wyrm was over thirty feet in length, and it was bellowing furiously at Tia, its fearsome fangs dripping with saliva. There was a burst of wind that stank of rot as it charged at Tia, but she leaped into the air, avoiding the wyrm's body slam! Even as the wyrm burst through the ground and sent debris flying everywhere, she bellowed, "Hyah!" Thrusting her spear repeatedly, beams of light shot straight at the

Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member. Esmerelda followed my gaze and was startled. She tried to get up but kept falling down, unable to coordinate her four legs. Her whines and whimpers tugged at my heart. Cyrus took another step, and Magnus howled long and soulfully, freaking her out. Terror consumed her as she adjusted and flew on top of a granite boulder. She looked at me in utter betrayal before leaping off the rock and sprinting effortlessly over the line of wolves. Her white fur streaked against the dark green mountainside as we all paused in awe.

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 creatures didn’t move. Yet. I gripped the reins and led her backward, step by cautious step. Don’t run. Don’t turn your back. Don’t blink. Then— The shadows surged. No warning. No sound. Just movement. They poured from the back of the cave like smoke with claws. Skinless things wearing bone masks, their bodies twisted, their breath wheezing like broken flutes. I recognized them. They were Wyrmfangs. Blood sucking creatures that always attack their prey in packs. They were capable of bringing down even the strongest adversary by the might of their numbers. Learning about them in school was nice and all but seeing them charging at me was a different feeling