Kyogre Novels & Stories

His sword sliced through the air, unleashing a powerful force akin to a hundred swords striking the massive stone. The boulder fragmented, yet Kenru stood before me, his back turned. The scent of his masculine presence was unmistakable. "Tigrani's hair is immortal. You don't step this close to snakes," he said, addressing me. He pointed his sword's tip toward the hair strands surrounding my feet. Swiftly, he severed them, then hauled me closer with a powerful pull. His strength was overwhelming, his grip nearly all-encompassing. "How sweet. The bastard of the 9th kingdom, Kenru Zorwig, or should I say Prince Kenru Rousad?"

I said. "My name is Kyros and I am your protector. Well, I was your protector when you were born, but I was murdered when you were two but there was something in your mind which seemed unable to forget me," he sighed but I didn't remember anyone called Kyros when I was child. He didn't even have a face. I guess that didn't really help, perhaps if he had a face, I would be able to remember who the hell he was but he was faceless and his voice didn't ring any bells either.

Beside her stood Drake, the embodiment of untamed power, his eyes burning with a fierce determination that mirrored her own. Their mission was clear: to seek out the elusive Alpheno, a being of immense power and shrouded in mystery, rumored to be hiding within the confines of the Water Nation. Lyca, with her intimate knowledge of the land and its people, served as their guide, while Drake's formidable strength and unwavering loyalty provided a formidable shield against any who dared to stand in their path.

Arao stirred her slop with her spoon and opened her mouth to answer. “-Bloody old fool!” Kronos turned his head to see a well-toned and tall man with olive skin, shaved angular head, and an eye patch over his left eye. His right green eye was glaring at a frail elderly man who was crouched on the floor, trembling. He had a thick red beard tied into a knot. He wore a gray armored robe, gloves, and gray wool boots. By his scent of ash and salt, Kronos could tell he was from Ivaura Hydra Tribe. It looks like someone got on Kabil’s bad side again.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

As the light fell, the transformation began, crushing my bones, but I was overjoyed to welcome my wolf despite the pain. Everyone looked on with a mix of curiosity and wonder, but their expressions quickly changed when my father brought out a large mirror, allowing me to see my wolf. As soon as my eyes fell on the mirror, I understood their astonishment. My eyes were not golden like everyone else’s; one was golden and the other silver. I wasn’t surprised to be a hybrid, but I was thrilled to see my wolf’s white fur and the Golden Sun Pack’s symbol on my right thigh. This made me very happy because it confirmed my belonging to the pack, even though my mother’s origins were that of a vampire.

I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat. “Thank you for having us Madam Amelia.” Kent said with a bow. “Of course.” I couldn’t see my mother but I heard her voice and it was quivering. “Does he have to stay like this?” I roamed my eyes around and gasped as I spotted a black dog—no,not a dog, a wolf. I had never seen a wolf in broad daylight. My gasp may have been loud because Kent’s head turned up to locate the sound. This enabled me to see his face. It was more innocent than I expected. His face was paper white with flushed pink cheeks. His nose was almost as buttoned as Marianna, but his jaw was where you could see the alpha. It moved as he looked around. It was sharp enough to cu

From the dark water, a figure emerged. He did not rise like a man; he floated like a Predator of the Trench. He was draped in a cloak made of "Sunken Starlight," his skin the translucent grey of a creature that had never seen the sun. It was the Lord of the Sunken Sovereigns. He held a Trident of Living Coral and Broken Oaths, its tines etched with the names of every Sun-Walker who had drowned in the earlier cycles.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

A human? On the deck of the Giant Whale, the greatest of Umbracia's four Lords of War stood imposingly. Known as the Giant Whale Lord of War, he towered over two meters tall, his hands gripping a deep blue steel trident, his figure clad in gleaming sky-blue battle armor. His gaze was fixed on the horizon, eyes alight with a fierce glow. Indeed, it was a human. The Lord of War, the mightiest and youngest of his era, the very man who had sparked this monumental conflict, Alexander!