Cyrus Wyvern Wind Novels & Stories

Zephyr Khan activated his amazing wind power in an instant. At this moment! Zephyr Khan finally used his Genuine Vitality to kill his opponent in front of him. ROAR!! The wyverns in the void quickly pounced on Zephyr Khan like sharp swords. However, Zephyr Khan dodged the attack at an even faster speed. Meanwhile! Zephyr Khan even jumped up and stepped directly on the back of the wyvern. He slashed its wings fiercely with a wind blade. Puff! In an instant, the wyvern was killed by Zephyr Khan.

To control the Wyvern, we hired a human who had good communication skills with the dragon animal. His name is Keenan. Not every wyvern wants to get close to the werewolves because they look cruel, brutal, violent and terrible, only certain creatures have an affinity with the wyverns, such as humans, elves and legendary witches. Only a few werewolves were successfully taught by Keenan to subdue Wyverns, and they were also directly employed by King Drakela when he wanted to travel far and use Wyverns.

Since rush hour passed, Ash could talk to Ms Vento for a few minutes. "Ms Vento! What can I get for you?" Ash asked happily, tapping away at the tablet next to the cash register, checking the stock quickly before taking the woman's order. Ms Vento laughed nervously before looking down at the floor. Not receiving a reply, Ash looked away from the glaring screen and fixed his eyes on the woman. "Is everything alright?" Ash asked, leaning his elbows on the counter, getting closer to the woman, in case it was something to be talked about in private. Ms Vento shook her head slowly before looking up.

He was a shadow detaching from the night, moving toward the heart of the rot-scent. Cyrus stepped into a narrow shaft of moonlight. He was a mountain of a man, thicker than Kade, with a beard matted with old grease and eyes that held no light. He wore no shirt despite the cold, displaying a torso crosshatched with silvery scars. His scent—musk, iron, rot—bloomed, foul and oppressive. “Thorne,” Cyrus’s voice was a rockslide. “Come to forfeit the whelp? Saves us the mess.”

Two targets in the backyard and two more flanking the building. The tempest howled angrily, echoing the restlessness rippling through Max as he shouldered a Vektor R5 rifle. Gale force winds could pose a problem for Slater’s skill set when taking out targets on the perimeter, and the sniper set up as close as possible without attracting attention. The teams moved in position just as Abby’s frantic screams cut the air. Max’s heart clenched as he surged forward. Death metal music suddenly blared from the house. The thumping music whipped through the turbulent air as the front door swung open. “Move now. Go, go, go.”

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

Catori said in his mind. Catori used blew ice on him, freezing his feet and wings. "You and your family will be sorry for what you did to my father." Catori turned around, so that they were speeding towards the ground. She ripped his wings from his back, blew more ice at him, so when he hit the ground on impact, he crumbled. A wyvern attacked from the back of Catori, wrapping its wings around her. She didn't know how, but spikes grew out of her back to sink into her attacker, killing it instantly.

Because the princess being born has only one role in the kingdom. To be a warrior. That is why throughout history, no princess has been born weak. There is no princess enjoying life inside the palace. This is a vampire world where your life is always at risk. This is no fairytale. The vampires lately have not been able to find my eyes he is now leading the way in exterminating wolves. They were all scattered and ready with swords and powers to fight. Not a single wolf was brought near all the homes of the innocent subjects. My eye caught Wyn, who was now holding a huge wind force. And to fly, the wind is his tool. In his right hand is his sharp sword and his left is the one that unleashes th

As its sharp claws swept over, a strong wind element like razor-sharp blades fluctuated around. “This thing should be inhabiting Eagle Beak Mountain. It’s unlikely that it was attracted by the convoy here.” Elder Whitmore attempted to make a detour. “That won’t be necessary.” After saying that, Hardy opened the door and jumped out. The wind gusted around him, and he flew toward the clawed lizard rapidly. After Hardy left, Claire breathed a sigh of relief and said, “We can finally speak now. Hardy is a level 5S wind element practitioner in the middle stage of eight stars. He’s infamous for his move called the Wind Slash.”

he said with a smirk. I hummed, nodding with a soft smile that seemed to scare him more than silence did. "Tempest", I called, "Hang him from the roof by his left ankle for half an hour", I commanded, my spirit Queen heeding my instructions as ropes of black crawled from her shadow, across the marbled floor and seized Cyrus Voss' limbs, yanking him harshly through the balcony and up to the roof. The shadow ropes hung him by his left ankle from the roof as I'd commanded, the boy yelling at the top of his lungs in panic.