Cloud Strife Draw Novels & Stories

“You are his top Gamma. You always preach loyalty to the Lycan’s throne and the people of Goda. Now all of a sudden, you want my help to kill him?” “Look at this.” Snow rolled up his sleeve and extended his right hand to reveal a drawing on the inside of his elbow. “Do you know what it is?” “Drawing of a…” Chanda looked up at him, baffled. “A caged bird.” “I can tell you know what it means.” “The Klana clan’s mark.” Chanda said breathily. “But it’s not possible.”

I was moving before I even thought about it, claws sliding free, rage rushing through me like fire. “Lucas!” Ryder shouted, rushing forward and grabbing my arm before I could charge blindly. “They’re organized—Dalton and Marcus Reid are leading them!” Sure enough, Reid’s maniacal laugh rang out above the chaos. “Storms!” he bellowed. “Your time ends tonight!” “Kill them all. Leave Dominic and Lucas to me!” Dalton’s voice echoed from the back of the hall, and then all hell was let loose as my father’s warriors and the rogues clashed.the fighting truly began.

Toby shot out of bed as a loud scream echoed throughout the air. He immediately jumped to alert, his brain pumping wildly with adrenaline. He quickly rushed outside, making sure to grab his sword on the way out. Rushing out his house he noticed Eliza staring horrified at something over the walls that surrounded their nation. It took Toby a second to spot it but his face grew pale once he did. There was a plume of smoke coming from the forest. It was little to begin with but grew bigger and darker every minute, it was turning into a deathly black cloud.

Willow clutched his sword, ready to strike. “Open it.”, he said, shakily. The plan was very risky. He was going to use his sword to impale it and then use Lifesteal. The risky part was actually getting the hit in. If he missed, he could die immediately. That thing was that fast. And there was the problem of controlling the excess chaos energy. He wouldn't have time to filter it.

"That’s silver poison!" Now a Beta, Cael reacted instantly, dodging their attack. Seeing their ambush fail, the three of them began chanting an ancient curse at rapid speed. They were willing to use every method to win. However, before they could even get close, Zephyr, who had been standing with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. A surge of powerful spiritual force burst outward, instantly rebounding the curse and turning it into bindings that trapped the three of them in place. Immediately, Lorian let out a cold laugh, flicking his fingers.

The display that follows is not a battle; it is a feral, blood-soaked execution. Clyde’s massive shadow-wolf moves with a terrifying, blinding speed that defies his size. He catches three fighters in his jaws at once, the crunch of their iron armor and bones a sickening, hollow sound that echoes off the cliffs as he crushes them into pulp and tosses their broken remains into the pines. His massive claws tear through their ranks, a whirlwind of liquid black wrath that ignores their silver-tipped arrows entirely, the sheer mass of his Alpha dominance incinerating their weapons before they can even touch his bronze hide.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind knocked them out. A wild laugh echoed in the tumultuous wind, which now resembled a tornado. Nate and the princess stood their ground, but the entity remained obscured. Despite the chaos, she knew that the smell was that of a rogue, and it was not a good omen. Nate tried to calm the wind by twirling his hands, but to no avail. This was the most powerful rogue they have ever encountered and as they were trying to escape, the wind yanked them to the tree and Claire felt a sharp blade impaled in her chest, making her unconscious…

Chapter Twenty-Five The air outside reeked of impending war. Alex Morano stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the bay where the sea crashed mercilessly into the jagged rocks. The sky above was bruised with storm clouds, smeared in tones of indigo and rust, mirroring the conflict inside him. His coat billowed in the wind, collar upturned, hands clenched in the pockets. Somewhere in the distance, gulls screeched above the angry waves. Below, the sea looked like it wanted to swallow everything whole, just like the world he’d been born into.

Sinking to the floor, she closed her eyes. The Black Cliff was plunged into the darkness of the night, illuminated by blinding flashes of lightning. The sea and the sky staged an unspoken battle: the opened whirlpool twisted a lone ship in its grip, high waves rolled noisily onto the shore, hit rocks and protruding reefs. The terrified sailors held on to the masts, but the raging elements flooded the deck, flowed down the cut-water onto a mermaid-amulet carved from wood. From the bright flashes, the face of the sea maiden turned into a grinning mask, and the tail was hidden by another wave, wanting to separate the "wooden mermaid" from the hull and pull it into its arms. Black, impenetrable

One by one, they fell to the pack's razor-sharp claws and savage teeth. The Alpha watched from a distance, his eyes glowing with a fierce pride. He had led his pack to victory once again, proving that they were the true rulers of the forest. But even as he basked in the glory of his triumph, something nagged at him - a feeling of restlessness, a hunger that could not be sated.