Futa Pyra Novels & Stories

No wonder the woman serving their foods was scared, she doesn't wish to lose her job here. "The one with shot purple hair, her name is Summer while the brunette is Samantha. Their parents are super rich but not compared to Sage. Whatever you do, do not cross your line when it comes to them." She enunciates with a serious look. "Well ok." I shrugged. "So do you like it here?." Suzy queries. "Yeah, I guess...." I got Interrupted by a very loud scream, I faced the direction of where the scream is coming from and realize it's from a short fat girl who suddenly rushed into the cafe.

My hair ruffled in the breeze and I was tempted to let go of Luxe's fur and stretch my arms to either side of me. We hurtled past the trees, his paws barely making a sound on the hard-packed dirt, until as abruptly as he started, he stopped. It was a clearing, large and so perfectly circular, it looked man-made. A waterfall seemed to materialize out of nowhere, it's waters spilling into a small pool surrounded with bits of greenery. A large, checkered picnic blanket had been spread just to the side of the pool and a basket sat on it. Slowly, I slid down Luxe's back, and he disappeared into the trees, appearing a few minutes later as Lucas, wearing another pair of slim-fitting jeans and a but

And in both… Pyra dies. --- She opened her eyes. She did not flinch. Death was the price of legacy. And legacy was the only thing that lived forever. --- Later that evening, Pyra stood before the Flamebound in the Hollow’s heart. She lifted her arms. Her voice echoed like thunder wrapped in silk. > “Tonight, she comes. Not as enemy. Not as girl. But as fire made flesh. If she chooses us, the flame rises. If she chooses to burn us… We burn gladly.”

“Wish that I had that gift.” Zyra gave her a dimpled grin. “My mate certainly wishes I did not.” Fury, still standing next to Rebekah, winced at the fears those words conjured. Aware she’d be mighty hard to mate with such a gift. Unless she was in the mood for such play. “Let’s get indoors.” He suggested. “Before they wake.” He nodded toward the creatures. Once inside the hut, Fury kicked the door closed. Zyra held out her hands and slowly rubbed her fingers together. Creating vibrant, flickering white light to brighten the dwelling. It hissed and snapped as her fingertips scraped together.

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

Kyra was not at all happy. Though Amanda took "my spot" as Luna and Hayden's 'mate', but she still should have respected him. No one disrespects my family and especially my mate. Kyra fought to take control and our eyes kept changing colours. Kyra! Stop! She disrespected mate! I will not allow it! She did! But that doesn't mean we attack her! So you're on her side?! No! I'm just telling you to stop this! Why should I?! Mate will be worried about us!

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

“Now, tell me who you are.” Her back straightened as she stared deep into Esra’s familiar eyes, the fear in her bones fading. “I—I… I am Pyra Blackwood.” Esra’s smile widened, her crimson eyes glinting with approval. The mist around them pulsed, swirling faster as if echoing Rhaella’s newfound resolve. It shifted, the large crimson moon hanging from above.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Peering into his eyes told her a few things. His pupils were unusually large and he seemed a little confused. Jacob had obviously drugged him pretty strongly but she had no idea what he’d used. The powerful guy sprawled on the floor probably couldn’t move. He’d have fought otherwise when Jacob had assaulted him. He lay meekly next to her but his eyes were lively and another growl tore from his slightly parted lips. She tried not to shiver from the sight of his sharp fangs.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?