Cyndaquil Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

- a hoarse voice says behind me. When I turned around, I saw a huge gray and black wolf that seemed to glow. His eyes were stark white as if he were blind, but he looked me in the eye intently. - Who are you? Where am I? - I asked him. - I have many names, but you can call me Vánagandr. Before the Moon Goddess created the Werewolves, she created the Lycons, and before the Lycans there were only wolves. I am the father of all wolves. As for why you're here, you are between life and death in the great garden that will take you back to life or to the realm of the dead.

We have actually become friends, I know enemies to friends, very cliche. The next week Jackie shifts into her dragon, and with no surprise it’s 2 shades of pink with blue outlines. Her dragon’s name is Camelle and she’s as bubbly as my own dragon. Jackie’s eye color has changed slightly to a pink and blue bi-color and her hair is now a blondish pink with light blue streaks in it.

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

"The doctor wrote down the description of the baby's body. A unique, permanent physical mark located on the skin of the inner left wrist. A mark shaped exactly like a burning star." She stepped closer, crowding my personal space until I could smell her sharp perfume. "The burning star is not a normal birthmark, Evangeline. It is the Golden Royal Crest. It is the sacred genetic stamp that belongs only to the true bloodline of the Sun Pack. The family line that my ancestors were supposed to have completely destroyed twenty years ago." Suddenly, Cassandra reached out her hand with lightning speed. Her long fingers gripped my left uniform sleeve and pulled the cloth up with a brutal, crushing fo

Verra eventually and reluctantly had to summon her remnant spirit. She pulled out her wooden gauntlets and strapped them to her hands. She channeled mana into the weapon, a green and brown shadow zipped out of the energy core and cast a shadow over the battlefield. It was a giant frog, no smaller than the Carbonemys. Its body was covered in brown scales like a dragon, and its back was populated by millions of massive green trees.

5 Special Abilities:- World Travel (Lvl. 3) Mini Map (N/A) Skills:- Passive Active Intimidation (Mid) Identify (N/A) Martial Arts (High) Heightened Sense (High) Weapon Mastery (High) Physical ++ (High) Versatile Works (High) Thousand Cherry Blossom Emperor Aura (N/A) Special Traits:- Calm Minded Limitless physical growth Modern Man Perfect Specimen Lust Overdrive {Permanent Curse} "Ohh..fucking hell…".

“However, I think you’ll make it. I can’t join Guild Survivors for political reasons, but for you who renounced your last name, please treat me like a friend even if you already have powerful ones by your side.” Exchanging contact cards, Zen learned that the new kid was Elyon Cynders. The kid came from a family with a family emblem of a sabre tooth tiger, as seen on his right inner wrist. He looked like an honest kid, although he was a little sceptical like everyone else. However, Zen had a feeling he was reliable.

The second man nodded and they both straitened, their matching set of green eyes turning on us. "We thought it appropriate to brief you together since that's how you'll be working." It was the other man that spoke, the one that looked slightly younger than the grey haired monk, though his reddish curls had started to recede, revealing an egg shaped scull. We both nodded, and their gaze turned to me. "Have you been inside Quanu before?" "Yes." "Do you have any connections there?" "Yes." "Who?" I shot an uneasy glance at Burney who nodded.

Eye catching and it didn't have his name signed at the tip of the photograph rather, a different kind of name that didn't feel like hers. 𝒀𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎. 𝑻𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒂. "You like it?" His voice was thicker. He pulled her closer, his hands circling on her waist. She could feel his warm breath on her neck. His scent— an infiltrating mix of fresh scent of flowers and bubble showers.