Black Wyvern Novels & Stories

At that point, the only thing I could see was clouds, so I shut my eyes because they started to feel heavy, and I went into a really deep slumber. I started having a dream that I was sprinting through a forest with people who I thought were my friends, but then I started to feel a lot of agony flow through my body, and I could hear my bones cracking as they ran. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I found that I was standing on all four paws. The funny thing about my dream is that my wolf was white, when in reality it is black with dark gray. It was unusual because it wasn't our pack or our pack house that was being attacked by rouges when I was suddenly transported to another ti

“The rider said the skies opened over the Nothryn Vale. Black lightning, winds that scream like wolves, and something else—” “What?” Selene asked. Vera hesitated. “They saw wolves with no eyes.” Agnes went still. “Hollowborn.” Rowan’s jaw clenched. “I thought they were a myth.” “They were,” Agnes said. “Until now. Hollowborn haven’t been seen in nearly three hundred years. They’re not born. They’re made—when a soul is torn clean from a wolf’s body, usually through dark magic or spiritual desecration. Whatever Caden unleashed didn’t just tear the veil—it opened a passage to something we were never meant to remember.”

The other two warriors ran over before both of their eyes glazed over. “We linked our Beta, you’ll be in trouble now.” Another younger looking warrior said trying to sound confident. For such a high ranking pack this was sad, they didn’t have stronger warriors I thought rolling my eyes. I walked to the front of my car leaning against it holding the warrior in the air by my spell still. “I can wait.” I said smiling at him. After 30 minutes a large grey wolf came running incredibly fast down the gravel road. I was stunned watching him he was beautiful, I didn’t really get to see wolves shift much.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

They expected less for Mizu to win based on what her performance was showing. There's this group of three people in a very loud conversation, wearing a dark purple cloak with a crest of a black wolf showing its mighty canine teeth and an entrancing dark purple flower surrounding the creature— the Wolfbanes of the West House. They sit comfortably on the couch while facing some of their kohai's and boastfully saying with their loud ducky voice that can be heard throughout the area: "If I was in that game, the two of them will turn into a pulp in a single minute." the guy in the center of the three said with full of confidence.

No, it couldn’t be… The large beast flapped its serpentine wings above her head as it came in for a landing. It’s scales took on the color of honey, shining like mirrors in the sun, and it landed with the grace of a blue heron, as it’s onyx talons clacked against the concrete patio. Madchen gasped as the beast shook it’s shiny scales, and sitting atop its head were two beautiful black horns. Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her.

Alastor lifted himself off of me and let out a sigh. "I'll follow them," Dakari muttered and jumped off the stage, his clothes shredding around him. Tasha stared after him before giving in and jumping off the stage as well. Her wolf was the color of her skin. Chocolate brown. Her fur looked like a different texture too but she sped away too quickly. Alastor looked toward Alma. She sighed in defeat and followed the two. Her wolf looked like Alastor just a lot smaller and she had white accents. He phased and rolled onto his back next to me. "That was a disaster." He whispered.

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

Just thinking about him having that advantage boils my blood. It was whispered among the students of Transylvania Academy that the Hydria was located at the cave inside the Forest of Lamentation. The second one with the strongest familiar was Levi, son of Leviathan the Envious, who got the Basilisk also known as a creature with a bird-like upper body and a giant snake for its lower body. It was born from a serpent that had been incubated by a rooster. It got a dangerous ability wherein one glance from its crystal eyes would kill any human and could poison any creature. Angels and demons were not immune to its lethal gaze that it could weaken their magical power – this would be enough to find

The thought made my stomach roll. “Let me explain myself.” his skin turned darker, to an ashen dark grey. Wyatt’s eyes turning from those green eyes to black, small black horns protruding from his head and… that tail. His fangs lengthened; his body now rigid with some areas of almost scales on his body. He reminded me of a snake on two legs.