Cronus Ampora Fanart Novels & Stories

This," she said, her voice resonating across the space. is a statement made by the Stonefang Pack. They claim that Rebecca gave the go-ahead for an unwarranted assault on their land. The room echoed with a collective gasp. In an instant, dozens of eyes turned to me. Their eyes betrayed suspicion. I said, cutting through the clutter, "That's a lie." "I've never placed such an order." "You say one thing, but it's very weird." Feigning sympathy, Ariel cocked her head. "Odd that they would have real proof." My autograph was clearly visible at the bottom of the scroll when she unfolded it. A fake. A really strong and compelling one. Amanda.

"Tell me all you know of Amara." Thalia begins to explain, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface."

He, like me, did not like seeing her cry. “My dark princess I am not rejecting you. This Ulrik is not a worry to me. My pack is also in an alliance with both angel kingdoms, and we also have an alliance with the vampire kingdom. My pack is 10,000 plus strong. My pack has all of Maine, New Hampshire and Vermont. My cousin’s pack includes all of Quebec, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, Labrador, Newfoundland and Prince Edwards Island. Let this Ulrik come he will not stand a chance.” I told her.

The room was dark, light seeping a little through the closed windows but I had my eyes fixed on the bed, there was someone in it; it must be Cyrus. The room was so quiet and dark why would they trap a king's son in this room "Huhhh" I gasp, taking a sharp step backwards as my tummy knots in disgust, my hand goes to my mouth as I try to hold my early lunch in. He was pale white with black marks crawling inside his skin by the side of his face and hands, the only visible part of him I could see like black earthworms were living inside of him, the sight horrific to look at but hard to get my eyes off.

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

My vision blurred completely, and I could hear my heart pounding against my chest. “Get the pack doctor over here!”. Someone screamed. The voice sounded so familiar, but with my mind fixed on so many things, I couldn't tell who the voice belonged to. My body shook slightly as I felt my spirit leave my body. A drop of tear escaped my eye. ‘De- dear moon goddess, if there is a next life, I wish never to be his mate’. Everything suddenly turned dark, as if I had been swallowed by a shadow.

This was the Redberg Villager symbol for masculine appreciation and salutes or adieus. Two other youngster fighters, each fifteen years old, strutted with them. They were Cronos, Cornelius’s younger brother, a growing future Monster Knight about five-seven feet tall, and his partner Dawar, who had the impression of excess two digits and toes but was not gigantic in length. Both are good-looking, tall, sharp-featured, well-built, balanced weight, and intelligent.

, Vanessa shouted in frustration. She looked around her perfectly decorated room. The room was very neat as well. The walls were painted pink which had designs on them; butterfly designs, love designs, a lot of them. She had a sticker of her favorite artist on the wall at the top of her bed as well. Her bed was pink in color too, with pink bed sheets, pink pillowcases, and even a pink duvet. Her eyes roamed around and fell on her dressing mirror.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

“Alpha Damien, you have heard what he said. You need to investigate properly before you accuse an elder of misdemanour.” “Bring him in,” I smirked. A noise could be heard from the back, and people made way for a guard who came in with Samson. Marcus turned white, and his eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets. But he took some deep breaths and recovered himself. “This is Samson, the son Elder Marcus had with another woman who was not mated to him. This is the proof.” I handed the DNA results to Elder Alderin, and his face turned ashen as he read it. Rowan mindlinked me, asking how I was able to get Marcus' DNA.