Cyrus Wyvern Wind Novels & Stories

Or how it happened. "Enough!" Cyrus's voice thundered across the battlefield, a declaration of defiance amidst the chaos of war. With a swift motion, he pulled out and uncorked a vial, its contents a dark elixir of forbidden power. Drinking deeply, he felt the surge of energy coursing through his veins, a primal force awakening within him. “Let's put an end to this, once and for all!” In a whirlwind of darkness and fury, Cyrus transformed into a beast himself, his form a grotesque mockery of the creatures that he created himself. With a roar that shattered the silence, he charged forward, his rage a tempest of vengeance and despair.

Quickly disposing of this disturbance, most likely with a swift bash of his club, Cyrus called on Victor to help him out of this tough situation. Each time Cyrus attacked one of the hydra's heads, victor and some vampires will carry a torch to the headless tendons of the neck. The flames prevented the growth of replacement heads, and finally, Cyrus had the better of the serpent. Once he had removed and destroyed the twelve mortal heads, Cyrus chopped off the twelfth, immortal head. This he buried at the side of the road leading from central kingstornville to northern, and for good measure, he covered it with a heavy rock. As for the rest of the hapless hydra, Cyrus slit opens the corpse and

she cried clutching her arm. Charr and Rex both made their way towards to wyvern, Charr with his axe in hand and Rex brought on Fafnir’s claw because so far it was the only weapon he had ever used. Charr jumped and brought his axe down hard onto the front shoulder of the wyvern, but instead of hitting flesh it merely clanged against an armoured scale section, the beast quickly turned its head and clamped its jaws down hard onto his axe, trapping it. It was also bringing its tail around to broadside Charr when Rex lashed out with his morphed claw connecting with the tail in motion, to his horror, the claw cleanly severed the tail where he had landed the blow. Screeching in pain the wyvern let

Then came the rustle of clothes, followed by a chorus of nauseating gasps. I tapped the download button. Once my tears had dried, only an icy emptiness remained. At dawn, Sienna came home. She looked exhausted, but there was a glaring red mark on her neck. In an instant, Archie's music account avatar flashed across my mind. It was a picture of a cute puppy. It looked docile, innocent, and harmless. Just like him. He always looked at people shyly, easily stirring up a protective instinct in others. That was why I'd softened and sponsored him.

Luckily they were all right up on the mountain, so they didn't fall like me. "Damn it!" cursed the Dwarf that I failed to take down, he jumped at me while hefting a large axe. The Dwarf's attack hit the wyvern I was stepping on. The attack was so powerful, it sliced through the wyvern's body. Even though the wyvern was the size of a horse, it was actually sliced in half. "Wuihh can kill me if hit by that attack." I'm so thankful I was able to escape. His name is Elraw, with much higher physical strength than Uncle Bob but slower speed. The Wyverns that were still flying, I used as footholds to better see the city of Lamris and also to cover the direction I teleported to.

She was a bit anxious if more wyverns coming and helping this batch. "I will help once more. We have to kill two more Alpha, and after that, it will be easier to wipe them down," Orcenal offered. "Wyvern works much like Lycans too, but more instinctual and fluid as they could fly. Look!" Orcenal pointed up. Harriet looked to the sky and saw something else in the wyvern's formation. "They're using their friends to boost the wind, adding their speed. They are manipulating the wind," Orcenal said.

Chapter 02 - Must have been the wind Hyde It was supposed to be an ordinary day for me. I was supposed to join the drag racing of the motherfuckers and whoever won would get Crusxi v21. It was a luxury car owned by Cross, one of my friends. Annoyance was taking over me. This is just so fucking absurd. ["But sir, Ma'am Fawn--- "]

Wind howled through the opening and echoed through the building. Cyrus climbed through it with care. His boots hit the ground, and the snow swallowed his legs to the knees. The layers below had compacted over time, so he did not sink all the way in, but each step was still a struggle. He lifted his head and looked around. The entire Cervusa Residence lay silent. The wind was the only thing alive. No prying eyes. No movement. Cyrus drew a snowmobile from his pocket dimension. He had filled the tank before leaving. After a short look at the manual, he understood the simple controls. He swung onto the seat, turned the key, and the engine roared to life.

The engines of the steel coils whim in a frequency that runs me through the boot soles straight into the bones. Maneuvering in the purple storm felt like would control a wild animal through a gorgeous riverbed. The new Carbonium wings of the wind bridges are threateningly bent among the incomparable Böen, but they didn't break. They breathed with the wind, just like Zephyr it had promised. “Drugs on a catching course!” Kael grumbled behind me. His heavy hands lay loose