Kyman Comic Novels & Stories

Kanyon cackled. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER! You killed my cousin. You killed my fucking best friend!!!" Adam wailed, folding his fists. His lips twitching as his wolf pictured tearing this lycan asshole's head off. "Since you don't know who I am, I'm gonna let that slide," Kanyon snarled. "I will spare you since I need you to pass on a message to someone for me." "I'm not doing Jack shit!" Adam sniffled.

“I loathed you the moment I set eyes on you, you disgusting, weak little creature!” “LYRA! TAKE YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF HER!” A voice boomed and jolted the both of us as her hand let go of me in an instant. We both turned our heads to see Kyan staring at Lyra, daring her to go against him. As far as a death stare could go… his was a winner for sure! “DID MY FATHER NOT WARN YOU ALREADY?” He shouted as he began stomping towards us. His hands clenching into fists.

“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.”

That was my mistake. “What's a moon jade?” Axton asked. “You fuckers don't even know?” The man tied down in front of Axton retorted, and laughed, almost choking on his blood, as Kacy turned back to kick him in the guts. “Shut up!” She shouted. Liora's gaze moved from Bryan to the rest of us, determination shining through the fear.

A massive black wolf burst through the trees ahead. Kyrian skidded to a halt. Damon. Their eyes met. The bond flared violently, alive despite everything. For one heartbeat, Damon almost reached for him. “Kyrian,” Damon said, breathless. “Stop.” Kyrian took a step back. Warriors surrounded them, forming a loose circle. Damon said quietly. “Turn back.” Kyrian shook his head. “I won’t be erased,” he said. His voice trembled but it did not break. “I won’t be hidden or locked away so you can stay comfortable.”

Serves to protect their real face known to many people. "Remember not to be too flashy." They could hear Kyra's voice from the earbuds in their ears. "Especially you, Kim. Don't get drunk." Kyra continued. Hearing what her sister said made Kim snort in annoyance. "Don't worry. I won't let my hypercar get damaged by drunkenness." Kay just smiled and shook her head at her sister's interaction. Kim and Kyra are completely opposite. Kyra is the serious type. While Kim is the opposite. She really enjoyed her life so casually. So it's no wonder they often fight.

“They lost that compass. You wouldn’t be able to borrow it even if you went to see them.” The girl scoffed. “How would you know? You’re not a Hamilton!” “I know Mr. Hamilton Sr.” The girl widened her eyes. “You can really bluff, huh! Mr. Hamilton Sr. has been dead for years!” Campian looked confused as well while Kayson asked with a smile, “Captain Wolke, have you heard of Trektus?” “Mr. Yarde, do you know the art?” Campian was both shocked and immensely delighted. The girl’s face was filled with disbelief as well. “Do you practice philosophy?”

Where are you, Rhett? He’s sick. Oh Misha, you don’t have to be here for this. So much for loyalty. Soon I couldn’t reach her, either. Instead I tried my best to contact Truman, the employer with a sense of fun. “Help me,” I begged. “Take off your clothes. Every last stitch. I want you bare and available in there.” Kane jerked his head towards his pleasure room. I shook mine. “You’ll have to kill me first, Lycan,” I dared.

“Just reading a web novel while waiting for the two of you.” “Ugh. Not another werewolf drama.” Kimia’s twin brother, Kamran, moaned as he sat on my other side. He had the same brown hair as Kimia, but stylishly cut so it barely brushed his eyebrows. He had on a pair of black basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. “Hey! They’re not all werewolf dramas! Some of them are wealthy CEOs who impregnated or accidently married poor girls with beautiful spirits.” “Maybe, but I’ve heard you tell Kimi enough werewolf stories to know what you usually read, Rose.”

Pak! The slap landed on Kiman’s face, the strong force flung him into the air. As Kiman dropped to the ground, he spat out a mouth full of blood. At this instant, he felt all his energy disappearing. A thought occurred to him—he was not as strong as he was when he was younger. Kiman was an old fox. He knew that he could not beat Tyr, so he gave up fighting him. “Wharton family’s fighters,” Kiman howled.