Feathered Wyvern Novels & Stories

“You really know it all, Duchess. These wyverns are still being created. Soon, they will be ready for flight.” Four years from now, just two of these wyverns razed half of the Eastern settlements to the ground in one afternoon. To think they had been created in my own city. “Do you have the white birds already?” Amos signalled to one of his men. They rushed down one of the halls and returned with a cage. Inside were two tiny winged creatures. “Duchess, these birds are useless. If you want me to get you a more functional–” I waved Amos away, taking the cage from him. “No need. I want these.”

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

His form was vastly larger than any Grenon dragon she had seen, larger than anything that should have existed within the atmosphere but he held himself folded, wings partially drawn, body coiled in a way that reduced his silhouette. Every instinct screamed that he could blot out the sky if he chose. He did not. His scales caught the light like dark glass and old stars. Runes not carved, but grown shifted faintly along his frame, responding to the Circle’s presence without reaching for it. The Veilkeepers hovered, frozen. Kael’s breathing was audible now. “Avi… permission to…” “Hold,” Avi said softly. Her heart hammered, but the Circle was steady. “This is the one you saw.”

Set was not yet comfortable with the couple enough to divulge the existence of the Legacy to them, so he flatly ignored the question, turning to Anna. "There are two types, the wyverns with massive wings and no front legs, and the dragons with four legs and a pair of wings. The Wyverns are faster, but the Dragons are the only ones I know for sure aren't just wild. They aren't quite feral, but they're isolationists and live in the farthest eastern snowbanked mountains. I don't know how far away it is, other than very far. They stay to themselves and don't want anything other than their mountain, so I don't know why they would venture farther out." "But HOW do you know?" Iro asked again.

After all, they were the strongest warriors, and much of that strength came from having the Dragon. A thunderous roar tore through the sky once more. Arah’s eyes snapped back to Gildeon as flames traced along its dark, gilded scales like molten lava. The golden ridges along its spine matched the hue of its predatory eyes, and the spikes on its majestic tail radiated heat that was palpable even from a distance. He was terrifying. He was magnificent. He was… beautiful. “Look at that creature,” Feviel muttered with subtle disdain, tossing his sword into the wind. It shifted midair, transforming into one of the owls.

The rows of yellow teeth in its partially open jaw are not quite as big, but they seem equally sharp and no less deadly. When the wyvern is less than a dozen feet above us, it suddenly spreads its wings, slowing its descent just as Kai had promised. A moment later, I hear a crackling sound, like the air has suddenly become filled with static electricity. The creature’s body immediately seems thicker, more solid, as the xyn thing ends. The wyvern really does look like a small cousin to a dragon. Thank goodness they don’t breathe fire. I’m not sure how we would deal with that.

It was still incomplete, but Mane reckoned that it was just a question of when it will be complete, not whether it will ever be complete. “Augendae: Spirit Scan – Incomplete Transformation [Wyvern]” GLOW: Incomplete Transformation [Wyvern]: A partial transformation into the mythical wyvern. Allows the user to be filled with the power of nobility and flames. The claws and wings of the dragon’s cousin are at the user’s disposal. Be careful however, for if your inner energy runs out, your blood will fill that void.

I fought hard against one powerful monster who was considered to be second under dragons. Though wyverns and dragons are in the same family, the only difference is wyverns have two legs while dragons have four. The red wyvern swings his spiky tail as I dodge, causing the crowd to go wild. They have been cheering for the damn lizard since the start of the fight. That was thirty minutes ago. My battle with the wyvern has been going on for this long—longer than the other rounds, where it only lasts under fifteen minutes.

The plan began and the Scions dispersed. With no one on his back anymore, Vayu could unleash the true prominence of his flames. His firebird form turned into full - fledged phoenix, having nine long rainbow tail feathers that each were flames of different colors. The burning wings flapped off fiery plumes to the Grand Serpent's barrier and his serpentine silver eyes were locked on him.

Varz looks unconscious. "Your Highness, if you don’t mind," Arz said. "OK," Alfi said. "Come on, Megumi." He added. Megumi jumps back to his bracelet. Alfi and Arz then jump entering the portal together. They both find themselves on the rocky plain with purple Iru as the sky. Varz is standing there before a giant purple twin-headed wyvern (It’s a wyvern, but most people call it "dragon", so let’s go with calling it a dragon.) It’s as high as 2 Eiffel tower, It’s as big as a rich guy’s crib, and its wings are extending covering the sky behind it.