Kyman Comic Novels & Stories

Being caught as a rouge, alone, on pack territory signs your death certificate because the warriors kill first and ask questions later. Kimmy paces up and down the room while Nick and I continue watching cartoons. Kimmy's mate is one of the lead warriors so I understand her anxiety. I feel it about Aidan too. I'm very worried about him but I push it aside because my worry doesn't help anything. Instead I stand to make Kimmy a cup of tea. She smiles in thanks when I hand her the mug.

“Uncle Cain, this is Lucas, my mate. And that’s Kyson, Aleena’s mate.” “Hello, Aleena, Lucas, and Kyson,” Uncle Cain greeted us all. “Uncle Cain,” Kyson and Lucas greeted him in unison. “Kyson, you are a.. Lycanthrope?” Uncle Cain asked as his eyes fixed on Kyson. “Yes, Uncle. Kyson is a Lycan, as does Aleena,” Colton told him cheerily. I saw something flash across Uncle Cain’s eyes, but it disappeared so fast that I didn't catch it.

Few minutes after Kyan's meeting with Yuka, Kai had gone in search of her and had brought her to Yuka's chamber. "Is he another friend of yours?" Hazel asked the second prince. "He's your new guard" Yuka said and she raised a brow. "I never mentioned wanting a new guard, Yuka" she stated. "Kyan, why don't you tell her why you're here?" Yuka suggested and Kyan smiled. "My name is Kyan. I'm a Sapphiran as you can see, and I'm here to teach you how to dominate your powers" he said and Hazel's eyes widened.

The van trunk slams shut and I glance through the open part of the trunk door, barely able to keep my eyes open. Kymon is taking short disoriented steps while running a hand through his hair. He is no longer wearing his mask. I watch as he shouts at the tattooed guy who I now recognize. Lyriq, the most powerful Omega of the pack. Kymon slams a fist into Lyriq's jaw and he doesn't so much as to react. He takes a gun from Lyriq and points it towards Bryn. I hear myself screaming, slamming against the van with every strength I can muster, and then something loud goes off.

I stood there helpless while I held Skylar's hand "No no...this is a dream .. Sky, have you seen her...it's the redhead princess I told you about"Kyan exclaimed in happiness, dropping to his knees on the hard pavement and snatching Skylar's hand. My eyes widened in shock as I looked at Kyan, busy talking to Skylar and she was smiling. This was awkward so weird not sure if Kyan did tell Skylar about me

He just saved me! "Wilfred," I gasped. "Nice to meet you dear, Luna Rhea," he winked, standing instantly as he joined the fight. I was still stuck in my thoughts when suddenly the painful cry of Kian echoed in the room. You can never compare the speed of a Lycan to an ordinary werewolf. I watched in horror as Daemon sank his claws into his heart, twisting his hand, he forcefully pulled out his heart, and Kian fell to the ground dead.

As Kimberly continued to participate in discussion with her friends and they all proceeded to enjoy the feast, she came to the realization that what she had been thinking may be summed up by those sentiments. "So Kimberly is the Moon Goddess of all werewolves, and she has no idea that this is true? Now I see why she constantly tries to find a peaceful solution to every problem, regardless of who is involved! Mohandia was preoccupied with her own thoughts as she attempted to avoid making eye contact with Kimberly too much so that she would not give away the fact that she was thinking about her. *****************FlashBack**************** Little Mohandia was accompanied by her father, the chief

“Well, what if I told you she didn’t destroy him? What if he agreed to become the essence of her safe house to help protect her and the rest of the Mavri Magea for the rest of eternity? The reason I have no scent is because the scent of the apartment is my scent?” I blink and shake my head. “You?” Kyon holds out his hand for me to shake. “Hi Bronx, I’m Kyon. I’m Kas’s first mate and sentient essence of the apartment.”

“I know someone here has it.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ryan replies sharply. “Back the fuck up and kneel–” Kyra laughs high and pitched, “I don’t kneel for wolves. You’ll kneel for me, however, once my hellhound is finished killing off your pack. Give me the book I seek, or you and your filthy, half-breed pack members will die. I’ll dance on their bones and make you watch, because that will be all that’s left–”

Now, he would wait and see what happens. In the middle of the field, Dr. Clements hummed and looked Yasmine up and down. "Which school do you belong to, and who is your mentor?" Yasmine said, "Empyr from Cyan Mountain." Dr. Clements furrowed his brow as he searched his mind for this particular individual. Roland was also curious, "Who is this person?" Layne sighed, "This is the character I designed. I enjoy reading martial arts novels, so I asked my grandmother to jot down the characters that inspire me. Then I can write a novel."