Cyclops Ryu Novels & Stories

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

After being humiliated and disowned by her own pack and family the 18-year-old Noella Cindy James, goes Rouge. After tumbling in the depths of the unwanted city, she begins to challenge life. Day after day, anger, hate, malice, eating her up, she becomes bloodthirsty for revenge.

I stood firm, getting ready to attack when the Cyclops suddenly stopped and kicked sand towards me, blinding me, then making use of the distraction it punched me with its massive fist, such cheap trick from a mindless beast. I was sent flying by just one punch, landing with my back on the hard sand, I was plunged in the world of immense pain, I felt my organs tear apart, and a metallic taste came to my mouth, I vomited a mouthful of blood. The Cyclops slowly walked over like a proud king, lifted me to face as if to say 'I've got you now'. I was still a bit dizzy and in pain but my instincts took over and I shoved my sword into its eye, it flung me away and I once again felt pain when I fell,

WARNING: Violence! Knives's POV The gunshot ran out, and--- and a loud grunt followed by a thud sounded behind us. Spinning in the other direction, we both realized that a man now lay dead behind Steel. The man had just saved our lives! Turning towards him again, the man lowered the gun and stepped into the light. And hell, if the man wasn’t named Nick Fury, I don’t know who would! The guy was missing half his face! Scars covered most of his face as if someone had mistaken it for a chew toy. And his eye color---! One eye was almost yellow, even in the dark night, while the other was white, revealing that the man was blind in that eye.

At least, that is what I tell myself. Ryker doesn't answer me. Instead, he crouches low in front of me, his massive frame folding down like a predator that wants to toy with its prey. I catch the nasty manner with which his knuckles are bruised with scars, looking so rough like they have seen more than their fair share of fights. I also recognize the serpent tattoo coiling up his right forearm, with another tattoo that is a dead man’s skull circled by a crescent moon in blood-red ink right on his left bicep.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

Each cry carried the weight of a name, a memory, a life taken too soon. Hugo’s shoulders sagged under the burden of leadership, the responsibility of protecting the family that looked to him for strength. Ryker’s death was a wound that cut deeper than any physical injury. He could still see it—his loyal friend and soldier, lifeless in his arms, the blood soaking into his clothes as the storm raged around them. In those final moments, Ryker’s wolf form had shifted back into his human body, his face pale and streaked with blood but filled with a quiet resolve.

Ryder reported gayly as he waltzed into the room. “I need to go to the Freeland, are you able to accompany me?” I asked the hybrid rogue, Ryder was a different kind of character; rogue, witch, wolf, medic, marine… and I am sure there were more things that we could conclude I’m sure didn’t even know. I saw him hesitate, then nod his head.

This was my daily routine until I met him, the rouge Alpha and a fucking mate bond snapped into place. That’s right the Moon Goddess decided to give me a second chance mate and a fucking rogue. Don’t get me wrong he was hot, possibly the sexist man I had ever seen, extremely tall with black curly hair that hung around his face but it was his eye’s that stood out. They were gold and I mean golden. His left one had a nasty scar running from just above his eyebrow all the way to his jaw, but that never once took away from how fucking god like he was.