Eagle Skylander Novels & Stories

Rayana allowed me back in control and Xipher and my mom planned to meet with Deriya in the morning and set up the meeting place for her warriors to meet us along with the ones from the other worlds. As we climbed up onto the dregons, we were set to leave and group at the meeting spot. As we took to the air, I looked down and saw thousands upon thousands of warriors. All were ready and turned in the direction of the portal we were heading towards. Deriya was sitting upon a huge eagle that is her own personal bodyguard warrior named, Skyior. He is so large in his eagle form she is able to ride upon his back.

It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was. “All for the money Sof.” I turn back to Derek and nudge him on the shoulder. “Don’t give me that look. Frowns and ice cream don’t go together.” Derek’s face instantly lightens up. “You bought ice cream??” he questions with widened eyes. “Yes but you’ll get yours when we get home,” I reply, patting him on the head. I dig my hand into my shoulder bag and pull out a black nylon bag. “This is for Scott. They didn’t have his favorite, so I got him vanilla.” I hand the bag over to Sofia.

Sky taps her lip. A slow, delighted smile spreads across her flawless face. “Jackson could be S.H.A.R.K.” We lean in eagerly. “Sulky. Hotheaded. Arrogant. Roguish. Kind-of-cute.” We lose it. “He could also be …” Sky continues, wicked now, “D.E.V.I.L.” I arch a brow. “That feels on the nose.” She shrugs. “Dangerous. Emotionally damaged. Violent. Indisputable. Loyal.”

She dived, her golden cannon charging for another shot. "You are a 'High-Value Asset,' Elara!" she screamed, her corporate mask finally cracking into pure, unadulterated rage. "You do not have the 'Permission' to die on your own terms!" Before she could fire, a shadow swept over the bridge. It wasn't a cloud. It was a fleet of rusted, 1990s-era fighter jets—F-15 Eagles—roaring out of the fog. They were the "Air-Wing" of the Iron Vault, piloted by the men and women who had refused to be uploaded.

she begged, her eyes rolling closed “E-Eagle.” Eagle looked to me, amused at Sylvia’s pitiful attempt to warn me of him. He simply walked to me and placed a dripping hand on top of my head. He had no mask like Stripes or Flame to hide his emotions. He smiled up at Sylvia, showing his bloodied mouth. His black jacket shielded the back of his neck with a flared collar but had glistening golden studs running down each front half; making him more noticeable in the dark. His dark grey jeans were distressed down the claves and were splattered with blood. The tops of his deep red boots had the same spikes ringing them as Flame’s. Fear clenched my gut when I glanced at the spotless, golden spikes be

“Don’t you have training to do?” “It’s not nearly as fun as watching you.” I countered, pouting just a bit. My eyes found the tattoo that started at his shoulder and snaked down his back. A scaled dragon, full of razor-sharp teeth and eyes glistening with intelligence. Its tail was curled around his waist, and ended in a tuft of dangerous points. Atlas’s tattoo seemed much brighter now; definitely brighter than the faded blue it had been in the past. His dragon, it looked as though it were made from ice.

(Major Kimsa) Major Kimsa was a Beast-Man of the Eagle Race, he was 2 meter tall, with the head of the White eagle, he looks absolutely majestic. Among the major, he was someone who have the great track records, one of the first enlisted pilot Aeternum had. “General Eliza told me you don’t want to left the Eagle Hunter for the Fighter Jet position..why?..”. “..Well, I prefer fighting by air drop rather than flying around…”. (Major Kimsa)

Their friend was stunning and perfect and could be called beautiful by many. " Nothing, " they said at once swallowing hard as they are once again hit by how ridiculously beautiful their friend was. Skyler released a deep sigh knowing he was going to regret this night. His outings with his two mischievous best friends have always landed him in trouble. The three men walked out of the now deserted office to the lift that took them to the underground garage and they piled into Skyler Red tinted Drako GTE. Skyler has always had a weakness for fast cars and he just got this one few weeks ago.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

The street-fighter from Neo-Tokyo was hyperventilating, his mech’s hands shaking visibly. "Swallow it down, kid," Elias Vance, the disgraced RAF pilot, sneered through the neural link. Surprisingly, Elias’s mech stood perfectly still. The psychic chaos that had gotten him discharged from the military made him uniquely suited to the madness of the Vanguard armor. "If you puke in your helmet, you'll drown before the monster even touches you."