Cyra Marvel Novels & Stories

“See which category he falls into. If he starts hearing things or sensing emotions, or if his strength grows unnaturally fast… you’ll know.” Lyra nodded slowly. “I never imagined… this legacy. This bloodline.” There were tears in her eyes, but not of fear. It was tears of admiration stemming from the new knowledge she had gotten. “It is a beautiful gift,” I said softly. “But it is also a burden. That is the truth of women like us.” “Are there others?” she asked. “Others like us?” “In different packs, yes,” I replied. “They protect and honor us. There are small circles, covens even that train and support each other. I have a few contacts. Quiet allies. I’ll introduce you when it’s safe.”

Straightening, she adjusted her flame-red gauntlets, her fiery eyes flicking between Maria and Nina. “Well, well,” the woman said with a grin, her voice carrying a playful lilt. “Looks like someone’s finally giving you a rough time, Maria. I’ve been waiting for this moment to show off my skills.” Maria smirked faintly. “I guess everyone has their time.” The woman grinned wider, pounding a fist against her armored chest. “Don’t worry. Whoever’s trailing you won’t live long enough to regret it.” This was Lysandra Blaze, the Fire Seraph, known for her fiery temperament and unmatched combat prowess. Her presence alone was enough to inspire both confidence and dread.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

As it ceased, Pandora’s body seemed to emerge in a bright light bed that was floating with delicateness. “Luara, what is happening to my daughter?” Melissa asked me. I turn my head to her to hear a gasp from her. “You’re not Luara, you’re the moon goddess.” I smile in confirmation and put her hand back together with her husband’s hand. I walk to Pandora who is still looking peaceful. I touch the light casing and find out it's more palpable than it looks. "Curious" I comment, looking for some flaw in the light barrier, but to no avail.

Divna was warming up to me already. "I'm Cáel Nyilas, Agent of SHIELD. My companion is an LMD (Life Model Decoy) called PAMELA, which stands for Puissant Assault Military-grade Efficiently Lethal Android. Director Fury has sent on us on a special covert mission to infiltrate M.A.R.S. and bring back proof that they are experimenting with illegal nano-technology," I confided to them. "She's an android?" Neven gawked. "Didn't she feel stronger than any human possibly could?" I asked. Of course the majority of Pamela's power had come from leverage, not raw strength, but for Neven, being owned by an artificial human was much easier to accept than being beaten by a woman clearly forty years his se

It seems like Jane noticed Cyra's confusion. She quickly said, "Oh yes, Cyra. Let me introduce you to my brother; his name is Charles," as Jane began to introduce them. Charles promptly extended his hand to Cyra as a greeting. "Hi, I'm Charles," he stammered. Cyra accepted his handshake and introduced herself, saying, "Hi, I'm Cyra," with a smile. Unbeknownst to the others, the mysterious spy girl working for Felix once again captured this moment, hoping to earn a more significant payment.

“Hey. I haven’t been able to make it to lunch, so I told Fenian we had to come to breakfast today.” “Is that your daughter?” I ask her. “Yep, this is Cyra,” she says. She’s a beautiful little girl with the red hair of a fire dragon and slightly pointy ears like an elf. “She’s perfect,” I say. Fenian wraps his arm around Tesha, smiling at his daughter. “She really is, just like her mother,” he says, kissing Tesha’s temple. She chuckles at him, shaking her head. “Good morning, Dion. Good morning, Sena. Let’s eat. I’m starved.”

“Do you seriously think I sent her to do that?” “Of course not,” I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair. “I'm not saying you sent her. I'm saying… look, I don’t understand. Why is Cyra the Luna’s spear in the first place?” I asked. “Why her?” Grey didn’t hesitate to launch into an explanation, saying she was our top female warrior and that Katarina needed someone like her by her side. “She’s an omega, Lex,” he added. “Which means she wouldn’t stand a chance against an Alpha attack. She needs someone like Cyra to watch her back.”

I wave of hot fury rolls through me unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. ‘Bynjym?’ ‘It’s Queen Cyryl and Queen Skylar. Queen Cyryl has opened herself up to the thunder. It’s her fury that you feel. All the dragons and riders feel it.’ Well, that’s new. Cyryl dives, blowing her fire over the ones who just sent a harpoon through blue Pynyl’s wing. She’s crying piteously at the pain, but Cyryl’s fire burns the harpoon out of her wing. She still has the hole and will be unable to fly, but Skylar can heal her after the battle is done.

Kira tried barging in through the door, but before she could climb up, Azazel stopped her. “Not now; she is asleep,” he tried shooing Kira away. Kira was the woman who would help him organize his fashion events and balls whenever he needed help. The woman always kept a professional tone with him, which is why Azazel admired her; she was one of the very few outsiders whom Azazel respected. The girl caught Azazel gawking at Athena’s pictures like a pervert, she didn’t let the man go until he told her who she was, the man didn’t let her in all the details, only enough to know that Athena was the girl Azazel had a childhood crush on.