Code Lyoko Scyphozoa Novels & Stories

Kael asked, jumping from the skiff. ​"At the Lift," Lyra said. "He’s trying to hold the connection manually, but he’s ninety-eight, Kael. The 'Symphony' is tearing him apart." ​The Descent into the Static ​They ran for the North Inlet. The titanium platform was glowing with a jagged, flickering light. Leo was there, his hands pressed against the central pillar. His skin seemed to be turning translucent, the silver-white light of the Aegis fighting a losing battle against the violet rot creeping up his arms.

The poultice held strong, but it was only a small island in a vast sea of darkness. From the mill’s doorway came the monstrous shape from their vision. More than a wolf, it was a terrible mix of wolf and something older, shifting with too many legs and many eyes glowing crimson with the Blood Moon’s light. Inside its clear body pulsed a dark seed, the first piece of the Scourge here, now grown into a god. It ignored the puppets, and it also ignored Gregor, but its many eyes locked on Liora. It spoke, voices like grinding stones and breaking bones. “SERELAI. THE LINE ENDS. THE MOON HUNTS. AND IT IS HUNGRY.”

NEXKOX_KNOX inside of Lyca's body I woke up feeling energized this morning. I tested the capabilities of Lyca's body and discovered that she possesses a shield, which is now embedded in her necklace. I attempted to remove it, but it seems that the necklace recognizes its true owner. Additionally, Lyca has the extraordinary powers of telekinesis, planter, and drifter. It's astonishing how a small wolf can possess such extraordinary abilities. Typically, wolves have only one to three powers, and it's unprecedented for them to exceed that limit. If they do, their own powers can consume them.

Seff asked, pressing me closer against his body, nuzzling his wolf head over mine. “You are right,” Alora said, “Brace yourself Lycia, we win at last.” And just as she said it the black mass suddenly burst. The energy it released had been so huge that my shield cracked and shattered, throwing me back with the impact of its force. I had been struggling to gain support as I was flying back when Seff caught onto my robe with his teeth and encasing me within his body he pressed the two of us against the floor of the building.

Squinting my eyes, I tried to see through the black, thick smoke. Two figures stood head on head with each other. One of them was a Lycan, and I mean a full Lycan. Standing over seven feet tall with fur covering its body. His snout was covered in blood, but so was the rest of his body. Despite his might, his fatigue was evident. His chest heaved up and down heavily, and one of his eyes was blood shut. A tear slips out of my eye as I take a step towards him. “Roman?”

They had bases all over the world, even in the territory of the strongest wolf pack in the West, the Evergreen Pack. If I hadn’t acted in time, one could only imagine the damage they would’ve done. However, this was the Pacific Sea. Even a fly couldn’t slip through the Lycans scrutiny without showing proper documentation. So how? “Obviously, there’s a mole. It would explain why Selene bond our soul to their Commander.” Zaria sounded a bit despondent. “Do you think…” She began.

_____________________________________________________________ TO: (ALL STUDENTS LYCAN UNIVERSITY) SUBJECT: ATTENTION UNIVERSITY STUDENTS Dear student, As you may have been informed already, there has been a vampyre attack on campus. We are doing our best to up security and keep our location secure, but of course, there’s always risks…. Please be safe when traveling together. Travel in groups. Regards, Campus Security. _____________________________________________________________ “Did you get that email?” Amelia asked as we got dressed. I glanced up at her, doing up my shoes. “Yeah, we should probably be careful. That’s like the third attack this year. How crazy is that?”

“Georgia, this is Sylvara, a seer from the northern pack. She’s… an ally.” I nodded, though the introduction did little to ease my unease. “What relic?” I asked, stepping closer. Sylvara’s lips pressed into a thin line, as if weighing whether to answer. “The Moon’s Tear,” she said finally. “A stone of immense power, tied to the Lycan gods. Lydia’s been hunting it for centuries. If she gets her hands on it, she could wield enough power to destroy anyone who stands in her way, including me.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Pushing back against the Lycans, I sprinted towards her, a streak of fur and determination. But the Outstanding Lycan, undeterred by my advancement, intercepted me with blinding speed. His crimson eyes bore into mine, a chilling calmness settling upon his face. "You're too late, Levi," he sneered. "By the time you reach her, she'll be nothing but a memory." A surge of desperation coursed through me, lending strength to my limbs. With a primal roar, I launched myself at the Outstanding Lycan, our bodies colliding in a furious clash. Claws met claws, teeth clashed against teeth as we fought for dominance.