Kyrio Cifer Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You’re welcome. Now let’s get you inside before you turn to ice out here.” **** Kyrios, as his people liked to call him, walked swiftly into the castle and up the stairs, his mind running the facts that his first general had just told him. His sister was having one of her episodes again and this time, it appeared, was worse than the previous ones combined. He unlocked the door, his heart thudding as to what he would find inside. His sister turned one dilated grey eye when the door opened. “You!” Her hand shot out. “Where’s he?! Where have you taken him?”

Kiera felt the weight of their collective gaze like a physical presence, filled with unspoken questions and cautious assessment. Hail and well met, brothers and sisters of the blood," Ryker declared in a booming voice that reverberated off the cavern walls. "I have returned with the chosen vessel of our glorious rebirth. Behold—the Luna Renigitio herself, awakened at last from the long slumber!" A wave of astonished whispers spread through the gathered werewolves. Several of the elders stepped forward, their eyes wide with awe as they looked upon Kiera. "Is it truly her?" rasped one aged male, his muzzle turned white with time. "The divine conduit of the holy mother, standing here in the fle

Then, from somewhere near the bar — a voice, barely there, more breath than sound. "He's back." And another, lower. "No. Can't be." And then a third voice, sharper than the others, the word landing in the space between the music's beats with the weight of something that didn't need context to do its work. "Cipher." I picked my phone then called Refe immediately for an update, his voice was straight as always. "The Cipher Lord is in the city, no one knows who ordered him, but he is hunting." The silence that followed that word was a different kind of silence than the music and conversation had been filling.

“I, Kairox, Alpha of Crescent Moon, hereby quit. My title, and my authority—I surrender them all.” He removed the heavy silver torque from his neck. Hold it high. Then he turned. Looked straight at Kaelric’s eyes who now seemed to be heavily bothered but tried to hide his pain behind his cold aura. He stood at the edge of the platform—eyes wide, lips parted in stunned hunger. Kairox’s voice dropped low, meant only for him and the front rows. “I name Kaelric as my successor. Let the pack witness. Let the Moon bear record.”

"There has to be another way out," I said, pacing the healing chamber. The High Priest shook his head. "Only three exits. The main gates, the eastern door, and the crypt entrance. Prince Nasir's men watch all of them." "The crypt," Lady Amara said. "Where does it lead?" "To burial grounds beneath the city. A maze of tunnels." "Then we use it," Louis said firmly. "High Priest, send a priest to Commander Hafiz at the western garrison. Tell him to bring every loyal soldier."

I feel like I want to pinch his cute, chubby cheeks. “You are Raphael?” I asked with doubt and he answered, “Yes” In a cute voice but showed me his true form. He is all white and shining. White long hair, white eyes with white wings, and there’s blue and green energy coming from his palms. Then he turned to a cute little six years old boy again and smiled at me. I am convinced now. “Is he a falling angel too?” I asked Michael while pointing at Raphael. Michael smiled and shook her head, “No” She answered. “He is our healer,” She added.

Thankfully we didn't have to wait long for the announcement. As Andromache was portioning out breakfast, Minos’ voice boomed through the labyrinth. “WELCOME TO THE THIRTEENTH DAY OF THE FESTIVAL! TODAY WE SEND….. PERIBOEA AS TRIBUTE!” Minos declared. I glanced at Hesione and nodded as I stood. “I will collect her and bring her back.” I stated. “May I come? We weren’t exactly close, but our fathers were.” Melite questions standing up. “If you wish.” I nodded, grabbing my ax.

Unless I went into human territory, I couldn’t afford to complain about what I wore. Now feeling fresh, I flipped open the folder with Ryker’s name on it. A few hours into reading it, I learned there wasn’t much personal information on him. Most of it was just his qualifications, his skill set, why he was stationed here, a bunch of useless information, and a few pages of classified information. Not that I didn’t enjoy reading it, but it told me nothing about who he was as a person. I could understand why he was the Alpha, and he was the one tasked with finding a cure. Until now, I didn’t realize there were werewolves immune to the virus.