Cyrus Wyvern Wind Novels & Stories

The creature puffed indignantly, flapped its wings and rushed in pursuit. - My dear mother! – looking back as he ran, a stunned Felix said. The giant wyvern was rushing at full speed straight towards them. The knight bumped into the back of Tristan, who had stopped abruptly, and turned his perplexed gaze towards him. The Supreme's eyebrows were drawn together, betraying his determination. The Lord sharply extended his hand forward, throwing a clot of Power towards the winged creature. Having received a painful blow to the chest, the wyvern lost its balance and swerved to the side. But the attack was clearly not serious for the creature, but simply unexpected. The beast reacted to the next bu

A familiar voice said next to me, more raspy than usual, probably also in pain. I wiped at my chin, the red of the blood staining my arm. "I think so," I replied, turning my head to look at him, and familiar amber eyes stared back at me—Jasmine's beautiful eyes. But it wasn't her, although I desperately missed her and would have given anything for those brilliant amber eyes to have been hers. "Goddess, this wolfsbane shit blows," Tyce groaned out. "Yeah," I agreed, barely able to move because of it, thinking that all that suffering for all those years at Grey Wolf University and it still wasn't enough.

Cries of surprise rang out incessantly when the cyan-colored mythical bird spread its two-feet-wide wings and drew in a steady stream of vital force of heaven and earth. In an instant, the vital force formed a cyan-colored barrier that warded off Xiao Chen's Storm of Swords. Strong wind surged forth with such force that the weaker cultivators were sent flying. The wind also picked up the snow off the ground, causing them to swirl in the air. The cyan-colored mythical bird cried, and instantly, Xiao Chen once again felt strained. His body in the air shook. It was obvious that he was struggling to maintain his Storm of Swords spell. On the other hand, Mo Jinyan looked utterly relaxed. All he n

He twisted his grip on the wet head, resulting in my leaking tip grinding into his palm over and over again, making a breathless moan slip out of my mouth as my head dropped back on the wall which I was leaning against. “You like that?” He crooned, voice deep and thick as he stroked his thumb over the slippery tip and at the same time, dug his thumb in the slit, drawing another throaty moan out of me as my chest heaved heavily. My eyes squeezed shut as white-hot pleasure kept washing over me over and over again.

Moon urged. "What is going to happen with this?" Rex asked a little nervous. "Your Wolf represents all your anger, your need for blood and violence. Wrapping in a ll up in a nice little bow, containing it is your human. Do you know your wolf's name?" Mook asked. "He has a name? I've always addressed him as Rex, as I do myself. " Rex looked at Moon confused. "Yes, your wolf has a name. Kit is the human, Singularis is his wolf. I am Moon and my Wolf is Krynn." Moon revealed.

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

"Well, there was this time that I had a vampire friend named Ethan. He liked to suck the blood of dwarves." "Dwarves what other creatures are there in the world that I don't know about?" "Well, let's see there are unicorns, goblins, witches, vampires, and dragons. Oh and gnomes, and the occasional elf appears on the globe once in a while. And then there are the damn sirens which I have yet to figure out where they're located."

A force pushed Wymond back before he could touch elder Marshall, which made him frown and elder Marshall smirked victoriously. "The idiot is under a protection spell" Renee growled. Wymond growled loudly, his mouth suddenly breath fire and fire also consumed his whole body. I was scared for a second thinking elder Marshall has cast some kind of spell on my mate, but then I remembered Wymond's partly dragon -this must be his own doing. He ran through the spell and before elder Marshall could react, Wymond's already grabbed his neck, lifting him off the ground. Elder Marshall raised his right hand to cast a spell, but Wymond grabbed it and ripped it off his shoulder causing elder Marshall to h

Before going to bed, I took my diary and wrote down a quote from Lise Kiberwa's poetry collection called "Wind", Completely for no reason at all!: >>Like the wind, I don't want to belong anywhere. Just like the wind, I want to be felt but not seen. Like the wind, I want to both strengthen and extinguish the wildfire. Like the wind, I want to stress some poor old lady gently sweeping her compound by bringing all the dirt she's been removing.

Hello again, guys! Like I said in my author's note, this book is a prequel to Wrenched. Underneath this note, I'll attach a little synopsis to it, so we could have an idea of what the book would be about. I would appreciate your reviews and comments like you always do. Please enjoy! WRENCHED: THE OUTSET OF THE STORY. SYNOPSIS Two friends walk the spheres of life together and are bound by common interests and ambition to be successful at a young age. They are like brothers and would do anything for one another.