Cyra Marvel Novels & Stories

I will fail. “I know what you are doing.” He said in a low voice. “You want to run, right? Well guess what? You do NOT get to run.” His eyes were fixated on my own. “You are Cyra. Daughter of Cael. You are more that this puny destiny you have been given. You will continue to spread light upon the world. You will raise the next generation of leaders for the werewolves. You, my love, need to see this through.” His words filled with conviction.

His hazel eyes were wide, darting toward me in a silent, agonizing plea. "He can’t hear you, Seventeen," the woman said, her voice echoing through the comms-link in my skull. She leaned against my pod, tapping a stylus against the glass. "And even if he could, he doesn't have the motor function to blink, let alone break a reinforced polymer casing designed to withstand deep-space pressure." I stared at the name tag pinned to her crisp, white lapel. DR. LYRA VALE. My own face stared back at me, older by twenty years, lines of cold cynicism etched around her mouth. This was the original. I was just the iteration.

“Having children with you, Ciara. We will create an army of invincible werewolves. Your bloodline must be immune to silver, like you. And I will perfect them with my serum.” Ciara sat up straight and stared. Her lips trembled, tears rolling down her cheeks non-stop. The next time she spoke, her voice was drowned in sobs. “NO!” she screamed. “NO!” Then Crane raised the gun as he dashed to Scott and put the muzzle to Scott’s temple. “If you refuse, he will die.” Ciara was still crying, but she stopped screaming. She shut her lips tightly. Her chest heaved up and down. Then she nodded. “Fine,” she said.

Caya said to the two women who are also part of the twelve Zodiacs. Caya whispered to me and said that Acanta is the woman who carried Marc now and the one who returned all the damaged things to their previous order. While, Almirah, on the other hand, was the woman who calmed Marc using her water droplets. Well, these ladies seemed overpowered as hell. And oh, not to mention, they are gorgeous. Anyway, these people are really extraordinary. Are they still human or monsters? The intensity of their powers looked like just beyond limit. I was wondering what magic do I possess. What power do I have? I stopped thinking for a moment when someone suddenly spoke in my mind.

I said and she laughed. "I see that Fiamma still uses my name. My child has been deceived by a mere caretaker. The only legitimate parent that was with you all this time was your father. Seraphina my child, I am Tana, the Goddess of Fire." She said fiercely. Anger and longingness can be seen present in her eyes. Fiamma, is that the true name of my mother?

The flickering flames made shadows dance across the heavy rug beneath his feet. “You’re late,” he said. Cyra didn’t flinch. “Security was tighter than expected. The Marchesi bastard’s surrounded by a rotating perimeter of mafia soldiers, Interpol agents, and a woman who shoots like she was raised by mercenaries.” Vale Sr. turned slowly. “You failed.” Cyra bowed her head. “I tried. I almost had it. The syringe was at the IV line. They interrupted me.” Vale Sr. didn’t blink. “You almost had it. Almost killed the man who nearly destroyed my life's work. Almost doesn’t count, my dear.”

Lucas said slowly. The younger members of the Santiago family looked at each other, finding it hard to digest what Lucas had said. Clara was the number one genius in the Santiago family. She was a Grade S Genetic Fighter and a Rank 4 Evolved One. These two facts made her Sky Blue Base City’s top genius. "Clara is a Rank 4 Evolved One. Don't tell me you're way stronger than her?" said a young lady who was about 15 to 16-years-old.

pointing at Crystal, Clara continued, "Can you prove your identity? I'm a high-ranked Beta and I can sense your identity better! I know you're an omega and a spy. What a low creature you are!" Clara kept spouting Venom when her friends finally started making her calm down as they noticed now everyone was pointing their fingers at Clara for her behaviour and seeing it, Crystal also didn't say anything as she didn't even have to do anything to show Clara's real face to everyone! While Clara jerked off the hands of her friends and shouted at the guards, "Why are you staring at me like a fool? I am telling you that she's a spy. Immediately cage her and put her in the jail! Right now!_"

And we have to be able to trust her too. I climb into the van that is used for the tech team, seeing Cipher in the driver’s seat. “I heard you went down,” I say. “Luna Yara, aka Luna Murmur, aka Sanatrix, fixed me up and now I’m ready to fight another day.” “Sanatrix?” I ask. He grins proudly. “Yeah, my sexy, smart mate came up with that one.” “Oh goddess, there’s another one of you,” I grumble. “And she’s going for the elite squads. Lucky you,” he says grinning even more widely.

Crystal whispered, “you’ll fall surrounded by people who once smiled at you.” She finished her drink and stood. Plans were already forming. And Mara— Mara would be the spark inside Red Claw. Crystal touched the window lightly. “This time,” she said quietly, “we burn her slowly.”