Wyrm Novels & Stories

Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly. Burhan came over and helped his adoptive father in one shot. At that time Burhan's expression looked so shocked by Hugo's change. The type of wolf-shifter that Hugo has is so different from other wolf-shifter. The size of the red wolf's body is also larger than most wolf-shifter. On the forehead of the red wolf, a star in a circle was drawn. When Hugo growled, his mouth and muzzle dripped with disgusting saliva, like the image of a werewolf version of the human belief, which in Indonesia is called Aul. Burhan gulped his own saliva as he stared into the red eyes of the Cursed. “What is that creature?” Burha

Moon urged. "What is going to happen with this?" Rex asked a little nervous. "Your Wolf represents all your anger, your need for blood and violence. Wrapping in a ll up in a nice little bow, containing it is your human. Do you know your wolf's name?" Mook asked. "He has a name? I've always addressed him as Rex, as I do myself. " Rex looked at Moon confused. "Yes, your wolf has a name. Kit is the human, Singularis is his wolf. I am Moon and my Wolf is Krynn." Moon revealed.

Bazaar yelled hitting his sharp sword at the edge of the stage. "Let us not have a panic attack over this werewolf, he warned us. My men had been investigating him. So far, we found out that he's the leader of all the werewolves, they do whatever he howls to them to do, and he seems to be the most powerful of his kind because of his supernatural powers and his blood-red eyes that make him look like a devil werewolf." The description of the new werewolf leader hit me hard, knowing who exactly he was. Suddenly, I felt like I couldn't breathe. My heart was beating too fast, my feet were becoming weak, and my head felt dizzy. I felt like I was going to faint.

The trek on foot through the mountains would be long, and we would only be shifting if absolutely necessary. Amon pulled in behind me on his Harley. He towered over my petite frame. He was seven feet tall with yellow eyes. He was only one of the seven Dragons left in the world. He was the only Dragon-Warlock-Wolf-Demon I had ever met, really the only double hybrid I had ever heard of. He was magnificent, the oldest in our group being over 100 years old. He shifted into his dragon form, scales lining his arms and back, his wings standing over ten feet fall and eight feet wide. I climbed on as he was my ride to the cave entrance. Why did dark witches have to be so creepy? DAMON

“I really, really hope that you can be something like my fellow Halflings’ familiars.” Matilda told me that among the three Halflings who already got their familiars, Damon has the strongest. Apparently, Damon has the Hydria also known as a water and forest dragon with three heads – it has a great generative ability that if anyone cuts off its head, it will grow in a matter of seconds with twice the number of the original heads. Damn! Just thinking about him having that advantage boils my blood.

The morning air felt heavy against her lungs, frost hung from each leaf and stem of grass as the first signs of winter began to show. She was once again at her lookout spot, high in the hills with the perfect view of each part of the territory. She could see everything. One of the advantages of being a daughter of an Alpha brought particular gifts to her genome. She could read thermal signatures with her eyes by summoning her beast forward. Through rust coloured eyes she could see her pack mates in and around the pack clearing, the wolves on patrol, she could even see lesser animals, prey, as they wandered through the woods.

He said as he winked at him. "Yes. Just one day. Just one day." Alexander said, much more to himself. He'd been trying to convince himself. Mike right, Vee and Monika would protect her. After all, those three were irrevocably in love with each other. The Black Wolf's Clan Empire was the largest and most influential in the world, consists of four factions, mainly the Fairy Wolf's Clan in which they operated in the black market and drug operations. The Vamp Wolf's Clan faction was divided into two cluster, in the morning who attacked and operates in sunrise and the night crawlers who invade at night. They were specialized in human trafficking. They loved having humans as their slaves in all a

"Brandur is one. You remember he is called The Destroyer?" She fought back the gratifying smile that tugged at her lips with his growing unease. Maybe she could scare him enough into abandoning his plan and tell her where baby Brand was before the wolves caught up to them. "And they are not just regular wolves," she continued. "They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea."

Yianju Headquarters is the largest research base located in Shamo Country. The base had come under fire from the World Physician Association just as they created a new variation of the beast called the horsehair worm. Horsehair worm is a kind of parasite that usually lives in the body of insects, especially grasshoppers and is able to influence its host's thoughts to commit suicide. The new Horsehair worm made by the Yianju headquarters, once destroyed the inhabitants of a city in the land of Shamo. Unfortunately, although it often receives criticism from various parties, Yianju Headquarters remains firmly established because reportedly, the headquarters has a fairly strong support behind th

Others rush the injured to Cerberus’s gates, where the guardian beast protects the medical teams. Then it happens. The enemy unleashes their gods. We knew this was coming. We studied the line-up. Whiro, Māori god of the dead, appears first. His reptilian-human hybrid form is pure nightmare fuel. He devours souls—any souls—and grows stronger with every bite. Watching him swallow demons whole is disturbing. Then comes Ahriman, the Iranian god of strife, slithering forward on a serpent body, his face a chaos Picasso would worship. Four horns spiral from his skull, directing bedlam wherever they point.