Black Wyvern Novels & Stories

She froze. A shadow moved among the trees, slinking low to the ground. Her heart raced as she crouched down to investigate. There, half-hidden in the brush, lay a white wolf, its body trembling in the dirt. Blood oozed from a deep wound across its side, staining the earth. Lia’s breath hitched. A wolf—no, **a pureblood wolf**—wounded in her forest? She was about to turn away when she noticed the silver scar across its eye. The markings. The same noble markings she had seen only in rumors. A member of the North. A high-ranking wolf. But what was he doing here?

Afterward, Avi and Cain went outside and shifted. Avi’s dragon, the deep black and violet, was striking under the lantern light. Cain’s transformation was slower, cautious, but his healing skin held. His dragon form burst forth in molten shades of orange and black, like a living bonfire. His roar shook the clearing. Avi roared back.

“I know the blind spots of this estate. I can get you a burner phone. I can give you a taste of freedom. But I'm a Blackblood, sweetheart. We don't do charity.” “W-what do you want?” I whispered, my voice trembling violently. “You,” Wyvern purred, stepping completely flush against me, his hips pinning mine to the wall. “My wolf wants to kill my father for claiming you. I need you to quiet him down.”

Syern screeched above us again and this time, the screech in response was clearer. I nearly lost control of the wheel. “Fuck,” I whispered, pressing down on the gas pedal. Jodie held onto the car seat for dear life but she did not ask me to slow down. “What is it? Did something happen?” “There are wyverns on that mountain,” I responded. It would explain why Syern was going rogue. But if those wyverns were as fully grown as they sounded, that would mean that they had fed on enough bodies to fund a small human army.

Black like Ren. Ren was black. So black that if it weren’t for the light of the moon, I’m not sure I would be able to find him by sight. It was like a type of shield for camouflage fit for the perfect warrior wolf. I realize in my perusal that he was black almost all over, except the tips of his ears matched the brown in Nate, and there were little specs of white on his chest. White patching Nate’s paws. White like Nessa’s white. Like me.

she cried clutching her arm. Charr and Rex both made their way towards to wyvern, Charr with his axe in hand and Rex brought on Fafnir’s claw because so far it was the only weapon he had ever used. Charr jumped and brought his axe down hard onto the front shoulder of the wyvern, but instead of hitting flesh it merely clanged against an armoured scale section, the beast quickly turned its head and clamped its jaws down hard onto his axe, trapping it. It was also bringing its tail around to broadside Charr when Rex lashed out with his morphed claw connecting with the tail in motion, to his horror, the claw cleanly severed the tail where he had landed the blow. Screeching in pain the wyvern let

When the wyvern is in range, Elenor uses her magic to manipulate the trees making the branches and roots form into a web at the last second, making sure it doesn't have time to dodge. The wyvern gets tangled up in the web of trees, as soon as Mortas sees this he wastes no time in attacking it, putting a hand up to conjure the ice and aiming for its wings. The ice punctures the wings of the beast and it lets out a blood-curdling screech. After making the beast immobile Mortas aims for the killing blow with a final attack. The ice crystals hit the beast in its chest, with blood spattering out of its wounds it quickly goes limp and dies.

Billy just shook his head at me as I walked away, looking for more places that I could help. A little later, I was looking around and saw no conflict anywhere, so I asked Grandma Abby, “I would really like to go pick some blackberries.” Grandma smiled, “You could do that. Winnie already cast the spell on you to keep dark magic from being used on you. Just keep some daggers on you.” I smiled, “On it.” I grabbed a bucket from the kitchen and walked out the back door. I was picking blackberries and dancing around to the music playing from my one ear bud in my ear. I was trying to keep one ear open as I worked and danced at the same time. I was looking around frequently, making sure that there w

Zane said beside me, I agree with his decision. He was powerful and was going to be crowned as the emperor while I was a normal magical physician. Rhyker was an often regarded and greatly praised god. Winter, time and jewels are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and most would regard him as modest and blunt. Often depicted as short, thin, immature and bright Rhyker was usually worshipped through pledges and oaths. There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting.

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.