Cloud Strife Plush Novels & Stories

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.

Nizhoni walked up behind Sebastian and knelt down sometime later. Smiling, she hugged him, kissed him on the cheek and said, “Hey, babe, how’s it going?” She was referring to the two-thousand piece puzzle he and Jaxsen were putting together. The puzzle was of a fire breathing dragon flying around a burning castle, a mage standing in the forefront, arms outstretched as if conducting the mayhem from afar. It was a gift from Rose.

In his right hand, he held his runic obsidian blade, its black edge humming with anti-magic lightning. Locked securely against his left hip was Clara. She wore her form-fitting midnight-blue combat gown, reinforced with dragon-scale mesh along her torso. Her dark hair was braided tightly back, and her amber eyes glowed like twin suns in the dim light. In her arms, wrapped in a pressurized, thermal-shielded void-cloak, was Silas. The ten-month-old prince was completely calm, his silver-gold eyes gazing out at the dark storm outside with quiet, curious fascination, totally immune to the fear that would grip a normal infant.

She clutched her scroll, the frost dusting her cloak, the wind whipping across the plateau, the blue glow a constant threat, the sanctum’s threshold a challenge they faced together, their bond a radiant light in the cold. Kevin slashed at a lingering illusion, his sword cutting through the mist, his amber eyes glowing with ferocity, his voice a fierce growl, the blue glow casting an eerie light on his face, the wind howling across the plateau, the illusions fading, the plateau a treacherous expanse, the chill a constant threat. “Nice work, Lila!” he roared, his claws raking through another illusion, the mist dissipating, the frost dusting his cloak, the wind biting at his skin, the ice crack

Mercy turned around on the bed and let out a smile. "You gene is very strong in this particular one. Everything about her would be you, she would take after your character," Mercy prophecies. Clifford smiled. Exactly what he wanted, he didn't want a soft person like Mercy or even his wife Faith. He wanted someone really tough like him. "It's a good thing she doesn't have any record with the hospital. I'll contact my lawyer to pay up the entire bills I had promised you. Then you will disappear. I want you far away where I'd never set eyes on you again," Clifford said to her. "But_" Mercy was saying but Clifford cut in. "But what?"

I couldn't imagine how these two alphas didn't have a go at each other. "Of course. To embrace the animal makes us inhuman. He has his primal instincts now. He is dominant and wild. We're going to have him tamed again. We have such a bright specimen, it would be a waste of government resources otherwise, do you not agree?" Dr. Dawson put his hand against the wall and the specimen stimulated immediately. His low growl immediately turned into a roar as he charged against the wall. He rammed himself into the window so hard that I flinched wondering if it would crack. Seeing, there wasn't even a crack, he shoved his face against the glass blinders as much as he could see. His eyes twit

Carter's childish voice reached the ears of everyone present. Among the guests, quite a few understood Istralian. For a moment, expressions varied across the crowd. Asher froze at first, then explained without changing his expression, "Children say silly things. No need to take it seriously." Carter pouted, his eyes full of reluctance. He wanted to say more. "But—" Winona stepped forward and interrupted him, "This is your gift. It can make your wish come true."

“These are your clothes.” My jaw drops hard. “My what?” “Your clothes,” she gestures toward the rack. “There are only a few hundred pieces; we were in a hurry.” A few hundred. Am I dreaming? If yes, I want to wake up—this is too much. This can't be happening to me. Even a princess can’t be this spoiled. “Who bought all this?” The answer comes immediately—“My son.” My world goes still; something strange settles in my heart. “Tristan?” I ask, unable to believe it—is this a hallucination?

Rowan's eyes flickered to what Sky was wearing, she hadn't actually had a proper look yet. It was pretty average, black trousers and a white tank top under her dark blue cloak. Dark blue wasn't a colour either of the two nearby nations wore. Rika was dark purple and Lamarie was a lighter blue. Rowan herself wore a dark green, it blended with her background better and let her hide easier. She couldn't lie and say Sky didn't suit the blue colour, it was just intriguing. "So where exactly are you from?" Rowan asked, a small smile tugging on her lips but it vanished into a frown once Sky had responded

A CRUSH Prologue " I like you, Simeon " Adriana Confessed Shyly, as her Ears turned red, this was the first time she was having a crush on a guy and telling him about it. " You what? " Simeon asked ignorantly Though he heard what she said. " I said I like you! " Adriana Replied, Repeating her earlier Words.