Cyclops Ryu Novels & Stories

“We didn’t find what we are seeing here in the first apartment where a disappearance occurred. So we cannot say entirely that is not evidence. What we need to do is study what this is and maybe it could give us an idea or two about what we are dealing with,” That makes sense. And perhaps I should follow up on that. I’m just too frustrated to even establish a valid point in my head which is causing my reactions. So I turn to look back at the two men with me. Ryu, the head warrior, is a baldy who had to shave his hair off after he found out he was suffering from cancer. Fortunately for him, it was discovered early which was why he was able to get it treated in no time. “So, what did you see?”

She took out a gun and aimed it at his head. She was about to pull the trigger when a flash of purple whizzed past her and she doubled over to the ground. "Violet!" the scarlet speedster spoke as the other speedster was then standing next to him and helping him up. Violet and Crimson—the two speedsters that Carol had identified back at Carter•Labs and it turned out that the speedster killer had caught up to them. "I'm guessing the plutonium's safe since we are all still standing?" said Crimson to Violet.

"Why… you fucking twerp!" Cyclops was apoplectic to hear Jayee shouting at him. In a flash, a bottle was in his hand before he back-smashed it on Jaybee's head, drenching him in alcohol. Jaybee collapsed to the floor. Cyclops immediately seized the moment and kicked the young man while he was down. "You snappin' at me, you fucking brat!?" He pulled his own black shirt away from himself, revealing large swathes of tattoos all over his body. "High time we get an orgy party, boys!"

“ There you are. Listen up, time for you all to learn why I brought you all here. Behind these doors is my own personal labyrinth. Each of you will enter it and try to find the exit. Those that manage to make it through will be rewarded.” “ What if we refuse?!” Came the challenge of one of the prisoners. Calypso smirked and activated her Ryuijin. In the blink of an eye, she was no longer on the balcony but standing in front of the one who had spoken; her lance plunged into his stomach. Everyone recoiled in fear as Calypso ripped her weapon out of his stomach and let the body drop to the stone floor. Kronos gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. While everyone speculated how she could have

He began pacing the room, and my eyes betrayed me by watching his every move. With even the slightest movements, I could see the muscles ripple beneath the surface of his flesh. The parts of him that were covered by clothing, and his bulging muscles were still very noticeable. I have seen a lot of large Alpha’s before, but Ryker was different. It was like he lifted weights for fun, either that or took steroids. I knew the latter was impossible, considering our metabolism didn’t react to drugs the same way humans were influenced by them. I mean I was toned and more muscular than most females, yet I swear his biceps were larger than my thighs.

They rode solo. All four of them; Ryder, Lyra, Iris and Xanth, having left a few of their soldiers in Rocheveron and a number sent back to Astaroth to get more troops. Ryder had the intent of keeping Rocheveron under the control of his army until he had the time to deal with them on his own and he intended on dealing with them. All throughout the ride, he could not take his mind off the things that had happened and he rode steadily beside Lyra, constantly keeping his eyes on her.

“From the day I got my memory, Old Hagstorm fed me high-percentage alcohol every day to train my body. I have lost count of how many precious herbs and alcohol made with venomous insects and animals have I consumed, and I have no idea how long I have soaked myself in the alcohol bath. “But I know one thing: I am practically immune to every kind of known poison on earth.” Andrius got closer. There was less than a meter between them. “I don’t believe you!” Cyclops roared. He jumped and attacked Andrius. While he was still in the air, he threw powerful palm strikes at Andrius. “Die!” Cyclops’ eyes glinted as he struck like an eagle hunting its prey. Bang! Andrius countered with his own palm str

He was undeniably one of the most striking male specimens she had ever laid eyes upon - his powerful physique taut and sculpted like an ancient warrior etching. Even at rest, his piercing hazel eyes glinted with an intensity that could doubtless turn predatory in the blink of an eye. "Who are you?" she demanded, her defensive posture not wavering an inch despite her intrigue. "Why did you intervene in my affairs?" The lycan arched a thick brow, seemingly amused by her distrustful hostility despite her indebtedness to him. "I am Ryker," he replied simply. "A rover with no set clan or ancestral territories to claim. I stumbled upon your tracks and those of the Rager while hunting and thought i

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

Aria gave a soft hum and slipped into another car bound for Cactuar. As she studied the map, she realized the journey would require a boat. The car could only take her so far before the road gave way to water. … Wynric pulled up to a three-story villa and stepped out. He didn't hesitate, storming straight in. "Why did you abduct those researchers from Farshya?" he demanded, voice sharp with fury. Wynric's gaze burned with anger as he faced the man standing with his back to him. Slowly, he turned. An eye patch covered the right side of his face—Cyclops, the infamous figure from Nightrain's secret base. His real name—Braddell Zorell.