Eagle Skylander Novels & Stories

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

I took a deep breath and said flatly, "Fine. Then, hear this—whatever happens to Fraser Networks from now on has nothing to do with me." "Get lost! Don't you dare curse my company. And don't bother showing up again!" Julian sneered, still mocking me. "Who the hell do you think you are, to decide the fate of my company? What a joke." I gave a cold little smile, thinking, 'I hope you still find it funny later.' … Just then, a long black luxury car pulled up in front of the building. The door opened, and a silver-haired old man stepped out with the help of his aides, his voice booming with fury. "Who's kicking Skye out of the company?!" I froze, stunned for a moment. 'Old Mr. Fraser?!'

Not falling. Descending. A shape resolves within the tear: vast, geometric, impossibly precise. Wings of fractured light unfold, each segment rotating independently, covered in sigils that rewrite themselves faster than my eyes can track. The Reverent recoils violently within me. Directive presence detected. Arbiter-class. Blake swears. “That’s… bad, right?” “Yes,” I breathe. “That’s catastrophic.” The Arbiter lowers itself until its feet—if they can be called that—hover inches above the ground. Midnight screams beneath it, ley lines flaring bright red before dimming under the suppression field radiating from the being.

James had already left, but the scene remained dead silent. Only Flying Eagle groaned in pain on the ground. Gasp! After a long time, the onlookers gasped. Who was Flying Eagle? He was the chief instructor of the Flying Eagle Special Forces. He had led the team on countless dangerous missions. Even so, he was defeated with just one move. “Did you see what happened?” “How did the Black Dragon attack?” “I think I saw it. He punched Flying Eagle’s chest like this.”

He looks to the tower where he placed me and shakes his head slightly. I truly can't help myself and do what any red-blooded eagle shifter would do. I lift my tail feathers slightly and drop a large smelly message. The white and black glob lands on the shoulder of the dragon's stupid white coat. He turns his head, glances at his shoulder, and then up to where I'm flying. I watch as he scratches his head and then walks back inside. Too bad my body waste isn't toxic. Wouldn't that be a great superpower? I bypass the original tower I flew out of and head in through a lower window. I need a weapon and must shift in order to look.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall over themselves to let us inside once they know who I am. The wall is ridiculously tall, made of thick, reinforced steel. I crane my neck back, move my hair back to see it all. The portly guard pulls a lever, and a portion of it lowers. Clunky and groaning, the ice flys out, the gate forcing its way open. The gate lowers completely, warm water slowly trickles out, and the inside of Estate Eclipse is steaming. I grab onto Dante and he helps me past the blocks of ice until we cross the other side of the gate.

Roman asked me like someone who is always annoying, and I sighed deeply, throwing the book away at the wall, making him jump out of fright. "Can you shut the fuck up?!" I snapped angrily at him, he huffed and pouted like a deadass grumpy child. "Hey, I protected the princess, as you said." Ashton came into my library place with his undercover face, he changed as he passed a hand over his face, then returned to his usual face. His power is basically copying and changing his face into an undercover, useful for spying, Roman is skilled in flying and moving quickly like a flash while I can do whatever I want with a flick of my finger like disappearing, telekinesis, looking into someone memories.

"Mr. Strickland, you called?" Sylas raised his hand and pressed his palm against Eagle's face. "I know you have some ties with the York Group, but you haven't betrayed me all these years, so I won't touch you." His tone suddenly sharpened. "However, if I find out that you've been secretly contacting him behind my back, you'll suffer a far worse death than Leland." Eagle's body shook violently. "M-Mr. Strickland, don't worry. I would never betray the Shadow Organization. Everything I have today is because of you. Without you, I would be nothing."