Cyclops Ryu Novels & Stories

Maybe I should just stay in the fucking cell. The door opened, and both men came in. Alpha Osiris was fucking huge, but Cyrus was a lot shorter than me. He didn’t look like a werewolf, either. He had long grey hair, was covered in tattoos, and wore an outfit that looked like it belonged to a fucking biker. I spotted a Star Wars tattoo on his arm and the same tattoo that Alpha Asher had as well. Cyrus put the ankle monitor around my ankle in a second; it didn't hurt, and it looked like he had done it a million times.

In the private room of Food and Medicine Hall, Pisces walked inside with a stack of documents. He moved a chair over, got himself a glass of water, and kept drinking it. “Commander, I’ve got the information about Ryosuke.” Pisces shook the documents in his hand. “What is it?” Thomas looked calmer. Ahem. The first thing I want to say is that he was really not a normal person. He was a ninja from East Ocean, the young master of Koka!

Across the mat stood Rhys. He was stripped to the waist, wearing only dark fight shorts and heavy leather combat wraps around his hands and wrists. The matte-black titan-steel harness sat flush against his massive, scar-lined torso, its pale silver conduits glowing faintly in response to his elevated pulse. Without the formal suit coats or tactical armor hiding his frame, his physical presence was overwhelming—six feet four inches of solid muscle, lethal speed, and terrifying Alpha power. "Again," Rhys rumbled, his deep baritone echoing off the reinforced concrete walls. His hazel-blue eyes were flared into a fierce, golden-tinged focus.

"Alfi, are you still hesitating?" Koji back-dashes and shoots fireballs at Rian who is kept busy with Alfi. Rian swiftly dismantles Alfi’s swords with full force and demolishes those fireballs with his thunder blades. Rian advances to Koji, but suddenly he gets shoved by a great wave which was controlled by Duy-Duy. Duy-Duy can control water. Rian strikes both of them and keeps striking them without knowing when to stop. Their bodies are jolting and they are screaming in pain.

Cyrus said while he was staring at a naked Riker. I laughed, “Riker will give you a ride. Let’s race again. This time, me on your bike.” Riker growled, “you didn’t say I had to race you while carrying another man on my back!” “So you aren’t going to do it?” I asked, knowing Riker would do it anyway. “Fine. But no bets.” Riker shifted and Cyrus got on his back. “Fuck where do I hold on?” he shouted at me. Cyrus could only mindlink with me, so he couldn’t really ask Riker in his wolf form.

he said, striding towards the entrance. Ryder, Aiden's cousin, was a vision of chiseled perfection. His dark hair was styled in a messy, effortless manner, framing his sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through to the soul. His broad shoulders and athletic build were evident even under his tailored shirt, a testament to his dedication to his work as a gym instructor. A small tattoo of a Greek omega symbol adorned his left bicep, adding a touch of ruggedness to his otherwise polished demeanor.

Just then, Ryder walked over and glanced at the seven suspects. His gaze flickered, stopping on the third person. It was a man, so skinny that he looked positively ill. He picked up the super cannon and aimed it at the man. "What are you doing? You're going to blow his brains out!" Elsa shouted. How was this bony-looking man going to take a bullet from the super cannon? Yet Ryder's expression was ashen. "He's a cultivator. I can sense the spirit energy from him." Elsa got a fright, drawing her gun and shouting at her team to back away. She knew that the average person was no match for a cultivator.

“I’ve heard of this pose before. Rumor has it that he only possesses like this when he's serious. “Don’t let his pose fool you, Ryu. It may look basic but it’s dangerous. Do not let your guard down. Rumor has it that he’s one of the fastest wolves alive.,” Ross said as he stared at me. “I can’t take it anymore, Brother! What’s with you and praising this guy?! I don’t see what’s so special about him!” Ryu barked. “He was able to take your right arm on your encounter with him and yet you talk like you’re blind,” Ross said.

The force was a testament to the hidden man’s strength. “Swoosh! Swoosh!” The sword swiveled in the air as a figure emerged from outside. The person had a stout build. It was Rio. He was one of the top ten fighters of Ryokan’s Refined Blade Clan. Rio reached his hand out to grab the spinning blade. Without pausing, he chopped down on Hannah’s head.

he began, his voice still not calm. In the struggle between darkness and light, I could see Ryu’s dark appearance. His bushy eyebrows and long eyelashes cast shadows on his dark hooded brown eyes. Pointed nose, pierced lips, and strong jaw. Everything I remembered, still the same today. His brown hair was a little longer now, but it looked good on him. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrow. “And what are they, huh?” I asked, almost sarcastically.