Black Wyvern Novels & Stories

(Incase you're confused with this 'potus' word , the author combined two words to form this one which are Pious, that means holy, and potent, which means powerful. So combining them we get our 'potus'.) "What's a potus crystal, and why is it in your chest? Are you injured or something?! And what do you mean she was a human?" " No, I'm not injured, potuses are very precious crystals to us as they are the main source of our incomparable powers which the demons crave, and you're going to develop a potus in your chest too. Very soon. Bethany was a normal human but you aren't." My eyes widened at her statement. My body was still, still as a cold corpse. " That's why I'm telling you all these. Wha

PROLOGUE The chaos was just starting to worsen. The SODAIR kingdom, led by the Human King, King Gaber was getting endless challenges from the Viper King, King Morton from BESHADONNA kingdom. These two kings have been fighting a battle that their forefathers fought. Trying to survive, no one dared to negotiate since it only meant surrender. The viper kingdom is known to take humans captive to their territory. They are so cunning and clever, with the use of their belladonna flowers, they tend to take humans astray, promising Utopia but then giving them endless pain and suffering from slavery.

On the other hand, King Erik’s black-red gas transformed into a gigantic serpent that struck at Zayn’s wyvern with gaping jaws. It let out a terrifying hiss that sounded especially that sent a shiver down the listener’s spine. However, it was apparent that Zayn’s gas wyvern had the upper hand, and it was soon dominating King Erik’s serpent. Just as King Erik appeared to be losing, his black-red gas transformed. It turned into a farmer with its arms outstretched, clutching the wyvern’s neck. The wyvern then began to disintegrate as if its weak spot had been hit.

I wasn't going down without a fight. Soon Tyce was next to me, and I saw the resemblance between his wolf's and Jasmine's. Both wolves were brown, but while Jasmine had a white belly and toes, his was pure brown with black-tipped fur, like a huge grizzly bear. His amber eyes glared evilly at the enemy, as he fought like a maniac. I'd never seen anything like it. In his wolf form, he was completely feral and unpredictable, ready to kill mercilessly, and I suddenly understood the reputation his pack had—they were definitely not werewolves you ever wanted to fuck with. His warriors similarly followed suit, being a huge advantage in our fight.

Her thin chest tightened; her bones ached with it. She held her breath, recognizing the bird for what it was: a grisly black-winged scavenger that blinded and killed its own nestlings in a crazed frenzy, nothing else—and she no longer feared it. Her eyes narrowed, irises going a smoky violet. Warm radiance had filled her, whether from the soft vibrating or not she couldn’t tell.

"Let the old trees remember who leads this land. Let the ground deny passage to those who carry the scent of war for pleasure." The magic crackled through my veins, brighter than pain, older than time. My feet rooted, my voice deepened. "Let the unborn call the thunder." Cerberus stared at me, awed. "Zeina... your eyes..." "They've seen what's coming." The final ward collapsed, and beyond it, the Blackwolves came. Shadow-twisted, lean with hunger and rage, they loped from the treeline like the night had given birth to monsters. Their eyes glowed yellow. Their mouths foamed. Some bore talismans carved from the bones of fallen Alphas.

"Alpha Jensen was too dangerous to be let kept alive. The outcome of a war would have been uncertain. But now—" The alpha fell silent when he noticed his white-haired man was staring at Tanja and then at Saint. "Jack," Liam said warily. "What is the matter?" Harper silently studied the white-haired man. He was more slim and lean than the werewolves but probably as tall as Saint. Every single inch of his skin was flawless and pale. She reminded him of an older version of Jack Frost in the animated movie. His power was ice-based, and he was a frost wyvern-shifter. Harper had never met one of those before. Still, she knew dragon-shifters were powerful, which meant a wyvern-shifter probably was

Shadow magic cracked through the air. Dark bolts of energy burst against the trees and rocks around us, scorching the edges of Zevarion’s cloak. He ducked, shielded me with his body, and kept running. But they were gaining. We wouldn’t make it much farther. “I’ll shift put her on my back!” Kavira barked suddenly, her voice deeper, more determined than I’d ever heard. “What?” Zevarion said startled. Kavira dropped to all fours, bones cracking and twisting as her transformation began. In seconds, her human form was gone, replaced by a massive brown wolf with sharp amber eyes and thick fur that bristled with readiness.

The scales of its hide glistened with an oily sheen, black as night and laced with sickly veins of pale green, pulsing like the beat of a diseased heart. Its head—if it could be called a head—was crowned with jagged horns that twisted like branches of a dead tree. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural, sickly light, the color of rot and corruption. The Wyrm's mouth opened with a sound like splitting stone, revealing rows of serrated teeth that dripped with venom and bile. Its breath came in rags, each exhale a cloud of noxious fumes that filled the air with the scent of death.

Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member. Esmerelda followed my gaze and was startled. She tried to get up but kept falling down, unable to coordinate her four legs. Her whines and whimpers tugged at my heart. Cyrus took another step, and Magnus howled long and soulfully, freaking her out. Terror consumed her as she adjusted and flew on top of a granite boulder. She looked at me in utter betrayal before leaping off the rock and sprinting effortlessly over the line of wolves. Her white fur streaked against the dark green mountainside as we all paused in awe.