Kronos Sykes Novels & Stories

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.

“I don’t work for Ghost anymore so you can’t hold me on to that. No one can.” “I can,” Layla replied. “And everyone who’s family you’ve made miserable by your actions. Who are you? A lycan? Does that make you any different from me as a werewolf? Whatever Ghost said to you all to make you so dumb and adamant to the glaring truth that we’re all one is out of my imagination.” “I’m not a Lycan,” Syke sighed. Layla stared at him. She could perceive that his scent was different from every other person around there. It was something peculiar, almost divine. He scented like the springs, like fresh water under the warm light of the morning sun, and a little bit of lavender.”