Cyrus Wyvern Wind Novels & Stories

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.

It was a sign that we had to move to the field immediately. We quickly left the room to join the ranks. Chaz ordered us all to be quiet and check our weapons. As usual, I always brought my crossbow and rifle. After the assignment, my squad, squad four, had to explore an area called Windstone. The coldest and loneliest area in the west of York bordered by the Greenleaves forest, and if you walked further south, you would see the ruins of Willeth. There were no humans living in this area due to its poor condition, and even animals were rarely seen in this place.

“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.”

It was best they flee to fight another day. The wyverns kept attacking the shields; Milton added more mana to his spell while the horses kept galloping. Droyn’s horse had a big wound on his rear leg, slowing him down. Drax directed his horse close to Droyn and healed the Paladin’s horse. Droyn gave Drax a curt nod, and the Water Mage went to heal more horses. Even in the middle of chaos, Drax could not stop himself from smiling. Ayla lifted her hands, calling to her the wind. Around the shield, the trees started whipping back and forth, and Ayla’s strong wind pushed the wyverns back. Galian’s wyvern was stronger and bigger than the others and flew against the wind.

he commanded again, his tone laced with venom. I took a step forward, my blade raised. “Don’t do this, Cyrus.” He turned to me, his eyes blazing with fury. “You don’t get to tell me what to do! Not anymore!” Evelyn’s mother hesitated, her body trembling as though she were fighting the compulsion. For a moment, I thought she might resist, might defy him. But then she sank her teeth into his arm. The change was immediate. Cyrus let out a guttural growl as her direwolf power surged into him. His body convulsed, muscles rippling and growing as the raw energy coursed through him.

His loyalty burns, a spark in the vault’s gloom. Cassia and Renn battle the wraiths at the nexus, their relics flaring—Cassia’s fire-etched blade, Renn’s radiant orbs, Sylvara’s vine-wreathed staff, Lysara’s frost-ring, Valthor’s starlit helm. Cassia’s fire slashes, her voice fierce. “Hold the nexus!” Renn’s relics pulse, his hymn steady. “Veil, stand!” Sylvara’s vines weave wards, her voice faint but firm. “The wraiths are weakening!” Lysara’s frost-ring surges, her blade felling a wraith, her voice sharp. “For redemption!” Valthor’s starlit blade flashes, his voice resolute. “For unity!” The nexus stabilizes, but rifts pulse, the wraiths relentless.

Devrim grasped wildly at the branches as the group fell mercilessly to the ground. Aurora, Brinn, Nurlan, and Junayd came on the scene as the wyverns were feasting on the griffin. The scene was grotesque, and the Empress searched frantically for Devrim. Brinn used her wind power to shoo away the scavengers temporarily. Their wings filled with a push of air, and they were held at a distance as they fought to return to their food.

* Viglet : A small wand to extract Esze from the circuits in the body. * Vitr Bris : 'Wind Blast' in Elvian.