Feathered Wyvern Novels & Stories

"It's here." And then, as if the earth itself had split open, the Wyrm emerged. It was like no creature Veyra had ever seen. Its body was a grotesque fusion of dragon and decay, a monstrous amalgamation of scales and rotting flesh. The creature's long, serpentine form writhed and slithered, its body wrapped in tendrils of foulness that seemed to bleed death itself. The scales of its hide glistened with an oily sheen, black as night and laced with sickly veins of pale green, pulsing like the beat of a diseased heart.

It had a thick hook, appearing like a metal claw attached to it. The wind fluttered Asia's hair, howling into his ear. Strapped tightly to the rusting crane hook, his body dangled over a thirty-plus-storey building. The constant air hitting his face woke him up, and his eyes blinked a couple of times. He wondered why his muscles were so tight and his body was swinging until he looked around.

The talons on his paws were sinking into the twilight mire and bringing him to a halt. The wyverns were waving their leathery wings, but the air around them became too viscous. Nature hadn’t given them much of a defense against magic, so now, they were coughing and spitting soot-colored mucus. Only the griffon and the two hydras didn’t encounter any obstacles. The griffon flew higher so he could stab his claws into his victim from a height, the hyrdras slowly moving closer. Their teeth were already gnashing, as they neared the imperturbable necromancer and frightened Angelina who were surrounded by a cocoon of the Dark.

Two smaller boxes made of higher quality wood boxes were placed on top of them. I walked over and opened them both. One had a blood-red centre, while the other had a brown, murky appearance. Analyze! [Core of Poison Wyvern ] Rank-Unique Type-Dragon [Sentient of Cursed Eladrin] Rank-Unique??? Type-Fey The wyvern is magnificent, but what has Wise given me this time? Eladrin? And it was a cursed one at that. Will it attempt to murder me once I try to combine it with my summons?

Zephyr screamed from the prow. Saoirse looked up. diving from the cloud layer above them were three shapes. They looked like birds, but they were too big, too angular. Their wings didn't flap; they locked into place. "Iron-Wings!" Vane cursed, spinning the wheel. "Imperial Interceptors! They’re mechanized wyverns!" The creatures shrieked—a sound of tearing metal. They were biological horrors, wyverns that had been flayed and fitted with jet turbines on their wings and cannons in their mouths.

The forest trembled beneath the weight of wings. Shadows slid across, blotting out the stars, fifty hunters of nightmare, bound by blood-oath and gold glided effortlessly. The Wyverns came first. Twenty-five scaled reapers, their sinewed bodies gleaming like wet iron beneath the moon. Their wings were vast, membranous sails, beating against the treetops. Spines ridged their backs like serrated blades, and from their fanged maws dripped venom that hissed where it struck the leaves. Their eyes burned with the dull red of banked embers — cold, intelligent and merciless.

No words to say to each other they were ready to fight for their lives. ADAM with his golden armor on the back of his wyvern with his naginata on his left hand and his golden shield in his right hand , he flew high in the sky and descend like an arrow toward AHMET. AHMET asked YURI to change appearance then he ascended on her back she flew toward the wyvern. The wyvern trembled and dodged her, he was afraid of fighting this mythical creature only the aura she unleashed It can bring all lower creatures to their knees.

A loud and familiar roar filled the air. My eyes widened in shock and I slowly turned around to face Dawson , who was getting ready to attack. “You knew?” I said to him. “I guessed it last night” He replied. A black Wyvern comes out of the pit hole. It neck was long and its wings the widest thing I have ever seen. “Wyvern!” The champions yelled and they all begin to crumble, taking shelter as the creature begins to step forward. “There are only two of these creatures.” Dawson said to me, as I come to stand by his side.

It would be the first time he was hearing the name of the creature. "It is called the Wyvern. I heard a couple of maids discussing how deadly the creature was and how it had the capability of tearing flesh and eating through them." Both Hercules and May stared at each other in disbelief. "A wyvern is an ancient mythical creatures, which for many century many believe not to exist, but it turns out that such an idea was wrong. The creature actually does exist and can only be controlled by its master, who is well versed in black magic. Thus, I strongly believe the creature is still out there lurking and if it is still lurking, then its master is still alive." May was surprised that her mother k

said Chelsea her voice sounded hollow to herself as well but she knew what that bird was at first glance , it was just denial instinct kicking in, that made her refuse because she knew that if that bird was really a deviuture then they have no chance at all of getting out of this ordeal alive . With its bright orangish yellow flame like plumage, on its fore were sharp and pointy like spikes similar to a mohawk style except that this mohawk started from its head down to the hind of its feathery body and at last was its horrible tail - that looked like as if it was made out off thousands of scorpions tails called metasomas - each aculeus filled with deadly venom moving and crawling like millio