Cyrus Wyvern Wind Novels & Stories

Should tumble and fall And the mountain should crumble to the sea I won't cry, I won't cry No, I won't shed a tear Just as long as you stand, stand by me And darling, darling stand by me Oh, stand by me Stand by me, stand by me, stand by me Whenever you're in trouble won't you stand by me Oh, now, now, stand by me Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me Darling, darling stand by me Stand by me Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me When the night has come And the land is dark And the moon is the only light we see No, I won't be afraid No, I won't be afraid Just as long as you stand, stand by me And darling, darling stand by me Oh, now, now, stand by me Stand by me, stand by me If the sk

excited Elena rushed to the door to see what Rob had gotten for her. She opened the door with excitement which quickly changed to confusion. All she could see was Rob standing in front of her drunk and shirtless "Uhm uncle what did you get for me?" She asked. Rob gave her no response and just stared at her body. uncomfortable with the way he looked at her she tried to close the door but Rob held the door open and forced his way into her room "I want you, Elena, I want you" he said drunkenly. "Elena, Elena... where are you?" she heard Britney call out. "Oh no, that must be aunt, She's back. You need to go please." shivering she sat on the bed as Rob made his way out. "ELENA!!" Britney yelled

Smells like wet wolf in here. Then I heard another eerie painful groan. I forced myself to step further down and gave the door behind me one last look, making sure it’s wide opened, just in case i need to run out of this creepy place. My mouth fell to the floor when i saw cages all over the room, most of them empty. But there is one that’s occupied with a naked chained man who is laying on the floor. “The intruder!” I thought to myself. His head is down as his body slightly shakes from the pain. I took another step closer and noticed the silver chains around his torso, ankles, arms, and neck. It clears what’s causing him to be this tortured. Silver is one of the few weaknesses of werewolves.

"Maybe you'll remember our next opponent. Zafir and his Sunrise nearly had our tail last year. So we better leave him in the dust this time, hmmm?" Honey snorted, as if to scoff at the possibility that anyone could have her tail. She bent down, her gesture to tell Colin to shut up and get on so they could fly. Chuckling at his partner's enthusiasm, Colin mounted and made the proper adjustments to his gear. Because wyverns could reach speeds of nearly 150 meters per second at their peak, special spells and gear were required to minimize the possibility of racers getting flung off their mounts. In rare cases where this does happen, their suits have built in failsafes that will activate so that

"We'll discuss this further tomorrow." They nodded, leaving one by one. As the door closed behind them, I found myself moving toward the healer's hut before I'd made a conscious decision to do so. The healer's hut was quiet when I arrived, the scent of medicinal herbs heavy in the air. The elderly healer looked up as I entered, her hands busy preparing some herbal mixture. "Alpha," she acknowledged with a respectful nod. "How is she?" I asked. "The wound is deep, Alpha. The blade punctured muscle and nearly reached her lung. The blood loss alone would keep her unconscious, but there was also a wolf bane on the blade."

She held on tight to the dragon, while dashing forward to the pack. She was aiming for the wizard, who was still fighting off Seth and I knew I had to do something really quick. I closed my eyes and summoned all the Wyvern available and send them over to battle the dragon. The Wyvern might be large but the dragons were bigger and with very much special powers that helped them in battle. The dragon kept fighting of the Wyvern, till one of the creature lay hold on it's neck. The dragon screamed in pain and moved his body, causing Willow to miss a step on the hook and fall off.

Cyrus said, a faint ripple of emotion in his cedar pheromones, his voice slightly trembling. As Cyrus turned to leave, the deliberate slowness of his steps stirred a gust of air. The moment the door closed, Garrett's oak aura collapsed. He dropped to his knees, knuckles whitening with strain, claws extending unconsciously, scoring the stone floor. Bowing his head, he emitted a stifled whimper—a sound not human, but akin to a wolf's mournful howl.

She hissed out her voice rising with each word. With a wave of her hand the air around them turned sharp and electric. A gust of wind ripped through the clearing forcing Eirlys to stumble back. The smug grin on Cyrus’s face faltered as Lunaria stepped closer her entire body glowing now. He always wanted her power because it was potent. Cyrus growled his lycan instincts kicking in as he shifted into his monstrous form. His muscles bulged claws extending as his deep crimson eyes locked onto hers. “You think you can stop me?I’m stronger now. You’re just a washed-up goddess clinging to scraps of power!" He roaded out his voice shuddering by his transformation.

All I was able to notice was, we went up the mountain path Kent had suggested. Max stopped only when we reached pebbled grounds. He got up, balancing on his two hind legs, dropping me on my back in the process. This caused me to look up at the gray and black castle that stood before me. It had countless steeples and each of them had a red flag with a black wolf stitched within it. From the windows I could see, I saw designs of red and green glass with a candle dancing right in the center. It looked majestic. “Took you both a while.” Kent was already here, wearing yet another fur coat, giving me a devilish smile.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”