Kyrio Cifer Novels & Stories

I straightened, brushing a strand of hair from my face, heart still galloping like mad. He clasped his hands behind his back, then leaned forward just slightly. “Let’s try again. I am Kael'tharis. Firstborn of the Shattered Flame. Keeper of the Celestial Will. Scourge of the Ninth Sky, and the last of the Starblooded clan.” His glowing eyes narrowed. “And you are?” I swallowed, wiped the sweat from my upper lip and managed to speak. “Lyra Graves.” He stared. I cleared my throat. “Uh, hi?”

"Yes." Ciro reaches out. His hand—wrapped in tape, rough and heavy—cups my shoulder. He doesn't squeeze. He just rests the weight of it there, grounding me. "I am not a King," Ciro says. "I am not a Jester." He slides his hand down my arm, his taped fingers rasping against my skin. He grips my wrist, his thumb pressing into the pulse point. "I am the Wall," he growls. "I am the Shield."

Everyone was at a loss for words, except me because I’m everyone’s ray of hope. “Strange.” Demonise mumbled, while frowning deeply. “Wait, I think I know why we can't summon Kyrios,” I said, and everyone's gaze turned to me. “Why?” my sisters blurted out. “Well, Kyrios isn't just an ordinary dragon. He is next to the King of the Dragon, which was Darius. And only a dragon summoner can summon him from that staff since our ability has limitations now. To summon a dragon will need a lot of spiritual energy.” I explained. Everyone fell into deep thoughts.

I said. “About that…I am the key keeper of the gates of the heavens. I actually am friends with Zephyrine’s father, the God of the Wind and Guardian of the Gate of heavens. Since Zephyrine’s mother, my sister, died I’ve taken her as my own.” He explained. Oh, so he isn’t a beast-man.

before. @cycy

And now, one of them was a traitor. Kael stood in the center of the High Chamber, his eyes fixed on the prisoner bound in moonsteel chains. The man knelt without struggle, hood drawn back to reveal pale hair slicked with blood and sweat. His name was Ciran. He had once been the youngest of the Moonbound sentinels. Elara herself had touched his brow during his naming rite. Now he wouldn’t meet Kael’s eyes. “You knew what you were doing,” Kael said, voice cold as the frost creeping up the windowpanes. “You passed maps. Fort placements. Ciphered signals.”

“I’m playing with a storm bigger than both of us.” Ryker looked to the sky. The storm clouds above twisted and churned, flashes of lightning glinting like veins of fire. “Then let’s make sure she thinks she's won.” Kira stepped forward, kneeling in the wet grass. She placed the cub gently in the center of a ring of ancient stones, each marked with a sigil from an old Mayan script. The air began to vibrate as she raised her hands. Silver light flowed from her fingertips, spiraling into the sky.

Once it was unsheathed, it would surely trigger a bloody storm on the world stage. Looking at their surprised expressions, Yang Xiao asked in a low voice, "Who are you two? Why are you helping Lucian?" "Helping evildoers? You two should introduce yourselves!" Lucian smiled sinisterly. Kaiser stared at Yang Xiao and joked, "Your Highness Dragon Lord, I don't think you're unfamiliar with my name. I'm Kaiser!" “Kaiser? You...you are the Three-Fiery Angel, Kaiser?” Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao’s face changed dramatically.

“Who did, Phyllis?” “No, Deveron,” I replied absentmindedly, my mind trying to grasp the picture of what Fiona had said. The latter laughed. “You might not know this, but those two have a way of going around to get what they want. It could be that ‘everything’ was only tons of made up stories to conflict your mind and get you contrasting things. Moreover, have you told the Crepe to lift the spell? She might never do that.” |NOTE WELL: Kyriars are the leaders of Firne hordes. Zjaes are the next in command to the Kyriars. Horde is a group of related Firnes..

All of a sudden, a dark green silhouette darted over the gates and sped straight toward Liam. "It is Cirocco here, sir, seeking your audience!" Cirocco announced, kneeling on one knee and bowing respectfully. His dark green robes billowed behind him. Liam pushed and turned to stare at him. "You may rise, Cirocco!" Cirocco's robes swirled around him like silk as he straightened up. His expression was solemn, and it was evident from the way he composed himself that he was a man of formidable power. There were four elders among the Green Dragon Warriors, and next in the ranking were the Four Guardians, with Cirocco as their leader.