Kyrio Cifer Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

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.

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.

“Killian, you should know that there’s no way I’d have any ulterior motives against your mate. Now that I know, not going to have any such thoughts.” “It’s okay. The moon goddess did have her plans.” I said with a sigh. “What do you mean?” Ciro’s tone had turned serious as soon as he sensed that I wasn’t saying something and all the laid-back air around him disappeared like they were never there. I was used to him being like this, although he looked like the most laid-back of all the higher-ups in the knighthowl pack. He was the strongest after me and most likely the one with the deepest thoughts.

“You do not.” She looked at him, startled. Priam leaned back slightly in his chair, fingers steepled. “You were supposed to be weak that was your role.” Heat prickled behind her eyes. Weak. Aword she had heard as Luna. A word that had killed her once. “And now,” Priam continued, “you present me with a problem.” “A problem?” she echoed. “A dangerous one.” His gaze sharpened. “A dual-core bearer—strong in Ignis, Aqua, Terra, Eurus and undeniably Lux. And worst of all—Caligo.”

Ominicient P.O.V “Yes sir Code red” Lucifer replied “Get Michael to prepare the Suv car, and inform Viola to make the preparations for the jet available, I will be with you in some minutes” Ciro instructed Lucifer and the latter left the room. Code Red was the secret message which is used to inform any member of the elite of a possible danger and so it was to be taken seriously. His phone began to ring again, causing him to look up at the number which was an unknown contact. He hesitated before picking up.

This was because he was also a master fighter. On top of that, he was extremely capable and had already reached the final stage of a master! When Lysithea saw him, her expression instantly changed from calm to nervous. She shouted the man’s name with a deep voice, “Diego Kavinsky!” Indeed, this was Diego Kavinsky, another member of Sicut In Caelo, and he was also known as “Mars”. Sicut In Caelo was an organization steeped in mythology, so every member had a god’s name.

That this was the man I now had to welcome under my roof. Another figure stepped out of the same car, almost the same physique as Saint but slightly different. Ash-brown hair tousled with streaks of sunburnt gold, catching what little light there was. Beta Kyrie. His warm, hazel eyes scanned my environment as if a threat was hiding somewhere within my walls. He was reading everything and everyone. And not just for himself, but for him – Saint. I’d heard Kyrie could read Saint’s silence like scripture. They called him the fire to Saint’s Glacier. He was fierce, loyal, and dangerous when provoked.

"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."