Cyclops Ryu Novels & Stories

It's perfect for me because even with his larger build and greater strength, I'm a worthy opponent in human form. Drakon heads to the center of the room with his back to the egg. I want him as far away from Pepper's son as possible. Drakon's silver eyes give away his intent a second before he charges in low. I leap over him and turn. My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper.

“Reaper, Crusher, and our new friend Slayer are hoping for a spot, too.” Ryuu looks at us and smiles. Poor guy. Not Ryuu… the guy who thought he could slit Ryuu’s throat and live to tell about it. The long, jagged scar looks like it’s been there for a while. I bow to him to show my respect to a fellow warrior. “The Saint no defend title?” He asks. His voice is raspy and thin now. They must have nicked his vocal chords. I wonder if it destroyed his oil sack. If it did, he can’t breathe fire anymore.

“Master, is there any way to stop this?” “There must be. Unfortunately, I don’t know of any way…” “So, what do we do, master?” “We have no option but to stand here and watch the Cyclops wreaking havoc…” Master said pursing his lips. “Wait! That doesn’t seem like a Golden Shifter. Damn! It is an innocent human.” Alex exclaimed pointing to a man that was floating through the air. His face was contorted in terror as he was sucked into the Vortex of the Cyclops.

The señor asked. "I-I'm Señor." Kuya Kali admitted nervously. “I-Just you?” Señor Migs asked incredulously to which Kiya Kali nodded. "E-Ehem, o-okay, Cyclopes, please scan the area and count Mr. Picosa.” Señor Migs stammered to one of the Cyclopes. It flew up… And after a while it came down and spoke. "ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND AND FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY THREE POINTS." Cyclops said that literally made all of our jaws drop. Except of course for Kuya Lucian.

The chain of thoughts on what he had overlooked, and why he was feeling that way, violently crashed into his head, as if it was prying apart the small gap between the tight rock formation. “People!” He raised his voice. It succeeded in gathering their attention. “Fight for your honor!” With the last word, he kicked the ground and accelerated toward the enemy. His arms bulged and his hands held the sword tightly as it swung pointedly to the back. His muscles looked as though they were carved diamonds. Ryuzaki, who modified his mana into a carved diamond around his arms, was giving off a powerful vibe. But that wasn’t all. His eyes turned into the shape of a crescent moon, and his lips spread

They most certainly employed selective breeding to obtain the best characteristics from many races. I had no idea what the other race was, but it should be as well-known as the Cyclops. A smaller cyclops that matched Roland's description of it was standing next to him. Unlike the other cyclops, this one had a thinner frame and more compact muscles. He was most certainly Gord, the escaped scout. As I stared at the Cyclops, a vague sense of rage began to leak from my heart. My city, Ice Demon City, had been put in jeopardy by this idiot.

Was he trying to impress Raze, prove his loyalty by taking on such a vile task. He would have stood and nonchalantly watched my hero die. All thoughts are broken off by a terrifying howl. Louder than any of the others. It’s lower, from a deeper, more powerful chest, and makes every single hair stand on end. I should be scared of such a noise, but it gives me hope instead. A roar that powerful has to be Cyrus. He can kill ten men. He can definitely kill the three goons Raze has promoted to be his shield.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Peering into his eyes told her a few things. His pupils were unusually large and he seemed a little confused. Jacob had obviously drugged him pretty strongly but she had no idea what he’d used. The powerful guy sprawled on the floor probably couldn’t move. He’d have fought otherwise when Jacob had assaulted him. He lay meekly next to her but his eyes were lively and another growl tore from his slightly parted lips. She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs.

If he offended them any further, then he’d truly be in hot water… With that, Ryugu quickly retrieved and kept his dagger before heading over to face the old man. Momentarily ignoring Gerald, he then bowed while placing his fist against his palm before declaring, “Good day, senior. I go by Hanyu Ryugu, and I’m the leader of the Hanyu family’s assassination department! What should I call you?” “I’ve heard about you before…” replied the old man who didn’t seem interested in introducing himself.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.