Wyrm Novels & Stories

Crux didn’t look at me, but his expression shifted into a small, almost thoughtful expression. “There is a creature spoken of in old records,” he said. “A wolf with a unique trait. One that carries moon fire.” My heart tightened inside my chest. He continued walking, hands clasped behind his back in his usual composed manner. “A moon wolf,” Crux said. “Its tail carries a blue flame. Not ordinary heat. A fire that can heal or destroy. Either hot or cold. Stronger even than a dragon’s inner fire.” I kept my gaze forward, forcing my breathing to stay steady.

The strange creature was intelligent and knew Adrian had saved it. "Since you're fine now, you can come and go as you please. Now that everything is settled, it's time for me to take my juniors back," Adrian said, waving at the wyrm. However, the wyrm blinked at him, showing no intention of leaving. "Hmm?" Adrian was surprised. The wyrm went up to Adrian and licked his palm. It then nuzzled against Adrian while giving him puppy-dog eyes.

The essence of flames exuded from this creature, resembling a piranha covered in hard red scales and having two pairs of limbs, like those of a lizard… Chaos quickly used Appraisal, finding that it was a Blazing Piranha Wyrm, a subspecies of lesser wyrm's, who held a very thin amount of dragon bloodline and had the potential to become one if they evolved enough. The creature had the size of a car but was merely an A-Rank Monster. "Oh, that's an interesting specimen, my lord," said Belphegor.

Yale sighed as he looked at the good part of the situation, he only needed two more stats to reach ten points to fulfill the Origin Path's conditions. A few hours later, Yale didn't have time to think about anything related to his stats or Innate Talents anymore as he found a 2-star beast. The beast resembled a tiger, but its body was bulkier than a normal tiger, and its fur was brown and red. Yale also knew about that beast; it was a Fire-wood Tiger, a beast with the ability to morph itself into something resembling wood, and then, it ambushed the preys by exploding with fire. It was quite infamous among the travelers in the outside world.

I swallowed hard, looking around for something that would help me out, but all I could see were tall trees. “Yore and Lola….” Someone whistled, and those two ran to that person. My eyes went around when I sighted them jump at Luther, throwing themselves in his arms like babies. “Goddammit!” Luther laughed when he collapsed onto the ground flat on his back due to their enormous weight. I gazed at another Jaguar that was smaller than the first one. Those two licked Luther’s face and purred. “You two are not babies anymore!” Luther rubbed the back of their neck and those snuggled in his arms, scratching his bare chest.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

"Lyra... the mountain... it's waking up." Before I could ask what his wolf sensed, a sudden, deafening crack echoed from the high peaks above us—a sound like a localized thunderclap that made the massive timber frame of the sled violently shudder. It wasn't an avalanche. The vertical ice wall of the glacier to our right suddenly fractured, a massive fissure ripping open along the blue face of the ice. From the dark, freezing depths of the newly opened chasm, a towering, serpentine silhouette emerged, its scales made of pure, translucent ice that caught the dim light of the storm. It was a Frost-Wyrm of the high rifts—an ancient, territorial leviathan that had

--- Two Days Later — Edge of the Wyrmwood They stood at the boundary of death. The Wyrmwood was a stretch of land where nothing natural survived. The trees were blackened husks, their bark split and oozing red sap. The soil was cracked and lifeless, humming faintly with necrotic magic. A thin fog clung to the air, thick enough to mute sound and distort light. Lucien knelt and touched the ground. “This place is wrong. We’ll have to be careful. Step wrong and the land itself can twist your mind.”

"This isn't just some legend, is it? It's real. The Wyrm is beneath us." Veyra's fingers traced the contours of the ancient painting, her mind racing as the pieces fell into place. The Order had been servants of something far darker than they had let on. The Wyrm of Rot was no simple monster—it was a parasite, a creature that fed not on flesh or blood, but on the very essence of life itself. It had infected the earth long ago, rooting itself deep in the bowels of the world, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

Bethel frowned for a moment, “Well from a baby really, she would summon cakes from the kitchen and she would summon Lady Persephone’s son’s toys to play with. It was quite amusing really.” Helga’s eyes narrowed, “Seraphina, you are such a mystery.” She shook her head. “What do you mean?” Bethel questioned. “Well if we just consider the facts first, she is a Dragon Dhampir, a Dhampir with a familiar is rare enough yet, to have a Dragon familiar? I know I don’t need to tell you how rare that is,” Bethel nodded at Helga. “She also carries Alexandria’s Genesis, she has the markings for spirit, she-” Helga’s face paled as a thought came to mind.