Black Wyvern Novels & Stories

It was a disaster. The bloodstains on the ground were still obvious. Many demon beast corpses were lying around. The most rampant was a kind of wolf that had enormous bodies. They were nearly four meters in length, and their bodies were completely white. There were also odd demon beasts that were completely black and looked like hybrids of lions and pigs. “This is a Frostblade Wolf. It’s of the Cryo element,” Yuno pointed at a wolf’s corpse on the ground and said. After that, she pointed at a black one. “This is a Bloodthirst Swine. It has powerful attack powers.”

To control the Wyvern, we hired a human who had good communication skills with the dragon animal. His name is Keenan. Not every wyvern wants to get close to the werewolves because they look cruel, brutal, violent and terrible, only certain creatures have an affinity with the wyverns, such as humans, elves and legendary witches. Only a few werewolves were successfully taught by Keenan to subdue Wyverns, and they were also directly employed by King Drakela when he wanted to travel far and use Wyverns.

"Shadow Wolves aren't just spirits." "Shadow Wolves come in two forms," Dagmar nodded. "Those that are from the shadow realm. They are no different from you or your mate except that they exist only in the shadows. They also can't be seen by everyone, only the supernatural can see them. They also can't be summoned and only obey their ruler. That's where the second form comes in. "Hybrids are extremely rare. I've only heard of a handful of hybrids existing but when it comes to the second type of shadow wolf, their existence is even rarer. You see, this particular shadow wolf doesn't live in the shadow realm. They are not completely a werewolf either."

their end. His eyes are bloody and his color black is very long. He is taller than an ordinary werewolf..as if he was just a giant dinosaur. He regained his breath and crawled weakly and hugged his companion, who seemed unaware of what was happening He pulled her tightly on her bosom, very afraid of her. He was afraid that he would hurt her, because he was right behind her It's the legend they haven't seen The legend of the devil's wolf.. He did not understand anything, why he went out and what connects him with his companion!

Perhaps his mother was royalty of the House of Lycans and had had an affair with a lowly man, resulting in him having Lycan blood. "Since you are now the Lord of the House of Lycans, Your Majesty, you can do whatever with the Direwolves," Henri explained. Alpha Axel ascended the creaking stone stairs. Reaching the top, he peered down into the iron pit and saw four massive Direwolves prowling menacingly. Their fur shimmered in the dim light—Valkax, the white Direwolf, with eyes like frost; Gryndor, the grey Direwolf, silent and sleek as smoke; Thalor, the dusky Direwolf, whose presence seemed to absorb the light; and Nyxar, the black fury, whose growls resonated with a deep, primal rage.

The sound of its claws tearing through the ground is deafening—an echo of terror that shakes the foundations of everything we know. The creature finally emerges from the mist—and it’s far more terrifying than I imagined. Massive, covered in scales black as midnight. Its eyes burn with a crimson glow, like fire trapped within. Its face is a monstrous blend of reptile and nightmare, with fangs long enough to pierce stone. Its tail lashes across the ground with shocking speed, and its leathery wings stretch wide, stirring up a storm of dust and rubble. A wyrm. I never believed such a thing could truly exist.

The heavy steel ramp at the back of the jet lowered, instantly flooding the cabin with the freezing, deafening roar of the high-altitude wind and the sickening smell of sulfur. We rushed to the edge of the ramp. Below us, the ancestral Blackwood Estate was under siege. The sky was black with them. Hundreds of wyverns and drakes—lesser, feral cousins of the true dragons, covered in toxic green and rusty iron scales—swarmed the castle like a plague of prehistoric locusts. They were spewing streams of acidic venom and lesser fire against the shimmering, combined magical barrier held by Marcus’s Lycans and Valerius’s Vampires on the ground.

"Enough chit-chat. You should already be rather tired. So let's get this done quickly. Anyway, you already grasped the basics and just need more experience, who will you choose this time?" "My usual ones. Black and white." "Hahaha~!" Another cheerfully loud laugh escaped Gerald's lips as he chortled, "Those two are basically your private property now, they never let anyone else mount them." Sol smiled at his comical accusations. White was his horse. A rare breed of nightmare horse. A rank D species. Black was his wyvern, a rank C species of the Draconic branch.

Two smaller boxes made of higher quality wood boxes were placed on top of them. I walked over and opened them both. One had a blood-red centre, while the other had a brown, murky appearance. Analyze! [Core of Poison Wyvern ] Rank-Unique Type-Dragon [Sentient of Cursed Eladrin] Rank-Unique??? Type-Fey The wyvern is magnificent, but what has Wise given me this time? Eladrin? And it was a cursed one at that. Will it attempt to murder me once I try to combine it with my summons?

"Wonderful. The final word to give goes out to the rest. Should anyone attempt to approach, look at, or even speak Enora's name, they shall be the next opponent here with me. Do I make myself clear?" "YES, ALPHA BOSS SIR!" "On your feet runt." He stripped down to his boxers before shifting into wolf form. His fur was a rich brown with a slightly lighter coloring on his chest and bright, green eyes stood out in contrast. The underling adopted as steady a stance as he could when he shifted, facing Alessandro. "You fight for your life," Alessandro said, charging at a blinding speed.