Kronos Sykes Novels & Stories

Kyler flips open his laptop, flipping it around to show me the medical report on the fighters from last night. "True, but you guys know how Syd is. I didn't want to make her feel crowded." I actually needed some air but didn't want to say it aloud. "True cuz has always been pretty independent. I've never seen her that rattled before. You know she didn't even cry at her dad's funeral. She just snarled at everyone. Have you ever seen an eight-year-old snarl instead of cry? I have, and it was scary cool." Ambrose tended to ramble if allowed to.

Clyve didn’t miss to capture the kids playing, swinging their legs into the water. “How about you? Other than your full name, your brother Skip is the CEO of the Linton Empire, and his girlfriend has recently launched a new fragrance.” “Not bad, Westley. You googled me, and I’m so touched.” “You can’t fool me with your accent, mate. Italian and Spanish are way sexier than Brit. So drop it, and tell me about yourself already, Clyve Clifford Linton of the United Kingdom.” “You know my full name because I told you.”

Kronos smiled, nodded to the guard for him to open the gate, and then took off into the air. Kronos didn't get back until that evening. He flew through the air, disappointed with how easy the mission had been. Considering it had come from the dragon queen, he has been expecting more. The bandits hadn’t even put up much of a fight. To combat his disappointment he had had a few drinks at a local tavern. He opened his left hand and stared at a small black statuette of a black timberwolf he had snagged for Icarus. That boy loves his figurines, and I know he doesn't have this for his collection. His fifth winter will be here in a few moon cycles, I’ll give it to him then.

"Selene Woods. Age: 19, gender; female. Daughter to the deceased Mr Ashley and Whitney Woods. State after accident; Critical. Date and time of accident recorded; half past nine on the twenty- fourth of July, 2014.” - The detective paused. I felt a strange chill, a thin veil of sweat covered my body. My hands which had been gripping the stirring wheel tightened, eyes lingering on the traffic lights that had now turned orange. "I also found this amongst the police records. What does Miss Selene have to say about this?" - He added.