Wyrm Novels & Stories

Which made it confusing how she had done so much damage to the rogues. One of the rogues had claimed that the she-wolf had half shifted and held that half shift while fighting them. Half shift is a learned skill that few master. For an underage she-wolf to do that and inflict damage on rogues, it was impressive. I smiled. Maybe the she-wolf would be worth the trouble of an unauthorized visit to her pack.

"I can smell his arrogance." We reached what used to be the Grand Prismatic Spring. It was now a massive, churning lake of bubbling magma and toxic, glowing green sulfur. And it wasn't empty. As our presence registered, the magma lake began to boil violently. A dozen massive, serpentine heads broke the surface. They were Magma-Wyrms—blind, heavily armored beasts born from the earth's core, their scales glowing like hot coals. They didn't have wings, but their jaws were lined with rows of obsidian teeth.

Jake said. “Fuck, now I can unclench my butthole,” Weasel said. K-9, Viking, and Rebel burst out laughing next to Jake as he shook his head. “There’s something really wrong with him,” Jake said. Omen climbed onto a table and raised his beer in the air. “Listen up, everyone. If you want to own it, patch it, otherwise Wrath’s going to fuck it!” More laughter erupted around the room, and Jake’s shoulders shook as he laughed. Hands clapped his shoulders and back and before he knew it, things had returned to normal.

Then it moved. The sound of rocks grinding together filled the air. A shifting shape appeared in the darkness – too many legs, too many teeth, and far too many eyes, each snapping open one by one. “Earth Wyrm,” Lilith gasped, her silver eyes wide with fear. “They're supposed to be extinct.” “Yeah, well,” Marcus muttered. “So are a lot of things.” The Wyrm's gaze locked onto them, all twenty eyes glowing a sickly green like dying moons. It opened its mouth – a dark cave filled with rows of teeth – and spoke with the voice made of earthquakes.

Into memories that weren’t hers. --- She saw a field of golden flame. Two wolves—one silver, one midnight black—circling each other in an endless dance. The silver wolf howled, and the flames parted. From within them, a child was born. Not just of wolf blood… but of something more. She saw visions of herself, walking through fire without burning. Of her child, eyes glowing with both the moon and the sun. Then the vision changed. The Wyrm, massive and serpentine, loomed behind the child, its mouth stretching open as if to consume.

Then he came. He rose from the crack in the earth like a shadow with bones. Tall, taller than any wolf or man. His skin looked like it was made of black rock and smoke. His eyes gleamed the same silver as Freya’s but blazing with purple fire. Twisted horns curled from his head, and long claws hung from his fingers. Veyrix. The ancient wolf-god. The monster we were never meant to see awake. No one said a word. We just watched. He looked at the wolves around him, then turned his head slowly… until his eyes met mine.

He crunched down and tilted his head to a side, then pointed inside and murmured: “You draw another symbol, though. This one is known for a pup.” Oh. So the symbol is two mixed up? “The wrafter is a ghost-like creature that can only be seen by the person that controls them and only obeys her/his orders. Wrafter is rare and powerful. Frankly, I have never met one before, so I only know very little of this.” He raised his eyes to meet mine and stood up while explaining. Why would I see a symbol of it? What’s the meaning behind it? “So they are like the magical creature as vampires and werewolves?”

They have blue blood and are mostly scale skinned. The Wyrm class are large snake-like creatures, with no legs and purple blood. Their fangs are poisonous and the fuckers are quick. Their skin is tough but light making for good leathers, it is always black in colour. Hydra class are giant creatures that breathe fire from their multiple heads, they are rare and extremely difficult to take down. They also have purple blood.

With magma flowing around it, the monster looked very terrifying. Roar! The monster roared at Chu Xun, and its voice was as loud as thunder, causing the whole underground palace to shake. Chu Xun narrowed his eyes. Judging by the two short and straight horns on its head, he could tell that the monster was a Flame Wyrm. Whoosh! The Flame Wyrm swam in the magma, causing a horrible magma whirlpool in the middle of the lake. With a boom, the magma surged violently in the whirlpool and was sent flying toward Chu Xun overwhelmingly like a fire dragon.

The decisive stance of the arm, the body wearing armor and the inherent cold face make Amity like an extremely brave warrior. Elias explained to Lily: “Only purebred ancient werewolves have the power to absorb nature to form their own power. There are many different breeds of purebred wolves, each of which will also absorb nature differently. Amity is a wolf that absorbs the light reflected from the moon and the sun.” "And you?" Lily turned to Elias and asked. Elias smirked and replied, "You guessed it." "I can bear it." "That's right, you're a human. How can you understand?"