Novel & Cerita Cyrus Tpb

Riker said, who was quickly joined by Rayan. Osiris got up from his seat and kissed the top of Cy’s head. “See you later. Be good.” “Aah, see, the big bald fucker loves me.” Cyrus smirked. “Love you too, bestie.” Then it was just me, Cyrus and Storm. “I’ll take my son home now. Be nice to April. And stop smoking so much weed, old man. If Aeryn finds out you have that little shed full of plants, she’ll fucking kill you.”

Hearing this, Cyrus shouted" I reject this father, you go nowhere, the gods have always been with you, I equally prayed and made more sacrifices every morning to appease the gods '. My son, you don't know why I'm saying this to you. I have a lot of secrets you barely know. This your father you are seeing is not ordinary at all. I have fought many wars and I have conquered many nations and taken their lands, and horses and enslaved their people. The last one I fought with the late elder James my best friend with the help of my packs of vampires to defeat the Siberian army, I won them all although the late Lord Damon of the twilight pack had to beg me to please help his nation to defeat the Si

My hands moved up to take the stem from him, smiling as I spun and met his beautiful brown eyes. "How cute! Look at you, all domesticated. Like a big teddy bear." Cyrus teased Tobias, but his smile fell when Tobias's hand shot forward and grabbed the front of his shirt, lifting him from the ground. "Not like a teddy bear! I meant a rabid wolf! A strong, very deadly rabid wolf!" I hoped Cyrus was aware of how unimpressed I was. The weak, nerdy persona he put off contradicted the power radiating from him. No wonder Cyrus needed shelter in the castle with the council and the guards. He had no idea what he was capable of.

The relaxed atmosphere vanished, replaced by instant tension. Noticing the change in her expression, Cyrus said in a deep voice, “Sorry about that. It's protocol.” “I get it. Given your position, well, security matters.” After they got inside the house, Tabitha noticed how different Cyrus was from Michelle, his arrogant and annoying little sister. Despite his power, his behavior was elegant and restrained; he even made a point to avoid stepping on her delicate rugs. “Coffee?” she asked while looking over her shoulder. “Yeah. Thanks.” Cyrus nodded slightly.

Zale's mother paused and looked at grandpapa saying that he should the one to say it. "It was to gather the heirs of each throne. The heir of the Fire's Throne, Seraphina Agni, the heir of the Ocean's throne, Zale Altan. The two of you who are together meaning that you are about to be completed." He said. I am the heir of the Fire's throne, a title that holds so much power. It's like next to being a God. Zale patted my shoulder and nodded at me. I looked at the scenery, there is nothing to see but the vast ocean. I sighed.

numbers, turnovers, projects, etc. We use the following filing system: turnovers, projects, customers/clients, business partners, expenses, employees, internal data (emails, phone numbers, work slip etc.) and so forth. It is filed in alphabetical order and accessible digitally and manually." I leaned into my chair. That wasn't even half the list and I already had enough tasks for my standards.

Cyrus was well aware of his position and the presence of his beta was also one of the reasons why no one would directly harm him. As the supreme alpha of the supernatural realm, Cyrus was a powerful and mysterious figure. His strength and magic were unmatched, and he knew that he was not someone to be trifled with. That was the reason he was aware that with the help of his beta no one would beagle to trespass the realm. However, only if he knew that the core problem lied within his own kingdom and the roots were rising within those walls.

There were hard-and-fast rules about vampires that were universally acknowledged within hunting circles, but even with our knowledge they were crafty and difficult to uncover. Enjoying the surprisingly light-hearted tone of our conversation, I chose to take my break sat at the bar. Cyrus had remained tucked behind his newspaper, though he’d moved from the bar to one of the booths by the wide windows at around mid-morning. I’d shot him a few curious glances as I’d sipped at my coffee and tucked in to a cinnamon swirl, but he’d not given anything away. Later, he’d drawn out a ragged old book and a sleek laptop, and had stared intently at the screen, occasionally darting a look to the faded pag

“Cyrus chose his side a long time ago. I wasn’t on it.” “What if he ever apologizes for being wrong?” “That would be a different story,” he admitted. “But to be fair? I know that’s never going to happen. Not ever. Cyrus is…my brother is a stubborn jackass and nothing in the world could make him apologize. He thinks doing so is beneath him.” From Nox’s point of view, Cyrus was an incredibly complicated person. Difficult to deal with. Wasn’t it true, though? He definitely had ego problems.