Pyra X Mythra Novels & Stories

Not even curious to his strange and knowing eyes! “Arsy!” yet here I am trying to hold him tight, though my embrace become cautious for a burn. It's a horrible sight to see him suffer after he electricified. I can feel him shaken. It's also a shock of me that I stone in my knees before holding him again. His expression is those of shock, and the way he look at me scream suspicious. “What's with that, Pyro?!” “Arsy...” his question shock me. “This is your plan. You're going to kill me!” the way he say the words scream certainty.

Seeing Elara’s nod, they understand it’s time to act, to tip this precarious balance into a landslide of victory. Zephyrus spreads his arms, and the skies darken ominously, turbulent winds swirling around us. A surge of courage fortifies my spirit. “We’re all making choices tonight. Yours will be death for thinking you can defeat me!” Pyrra roars. Just then, a tremor ripples through the earth, Terra looking satisfied. Pyrra roars, outraged, as portions of her fiery aura are syphoned off. This was their plan—to weaken Pyrra and distract me.

The Crescent Pack. “You did?” her Dad said as he stepped forward in between them staring hardly at Jasper. “You were not supposed to see her or meet her until today. You know the rules” her Dad gritted, annoyance seeping through his words. “Davies” Jasper started as he stepped forward hoping the act would calm Lyra’s Dad. “I had no idea who she was when we met” “Dad, what do you mean rules?” Lyra said ignoring their dialogue. “Both Alphas are not meant to see you nor have any thing to do with you until you return.”

“To hell with peace, I shan’t kill my father for power.” Lights flickered into the dark temples as footsteps echoed closer. All turned towards the door to see Luna Verona, Alpha Xavier, and a group of top-ranked warriors behind them. Alpha Xavier’s eyes scanned the entire temple before settling on Pyra’s. “What's going on here?” “Mother, father. Get out now. I told you all to stay back.” Pyra shouted, panicked as she looked between her parents and Madraya. ‘They mustn’t find out. If they did… no, they mustn’t. It’ll kill them both.’ Pyra thought as she rushed towards her parents, trying to pull them back. “Leave now, father. Mother. Get out of here.”

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

Instead, she feels that he could handle it and make it with the rouges and hunters. She was praying in her mind that Drake was alive. She called all the gods, goddesses, and even saints to think that the alpha was safe. She was still trembling. Suddenly, as her eyes were closed, Drake talked to her through their minds. ‘S-Stray'... Drake called. ‘Don’t worry about me; don’t think of saving me,’ I said seriously.

More of the temple is now within view… including the entrance, and the pile of ash in the center of the hole. And a pair of women’s boots that look vaguely familiar. Before I even have the opportunity to ask, Misty raises her hands and lets her powers fly. The mist filled figures of Kyra, clutching a screaming Maeve to her chest, appear, floating above the gaping crater. She’s screaming at Maeve, taunting her, demanding the baby use her powers to get rid of the dirt and soil burying the temple. “I’ll throw you in the forge, you sniveling little demon,” she screams, gripping Maeve so hard the baby screeches and smacks Kyra across the face.

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”

“You should feel honored, Selena. Few have ever witnessed such power before their demise.” But before he could take another step, the sky above us rumbled with an earth-shaking force. “Not so soon, Kaelvor!” The thundering voice shook the ground beneath us, and I turned my head just in time to witness a breathtaking sight. Descending from the heavens, engulfed in blazing flames, was God Pyrrhos, the mighty god of fire. His golden armor gleamed under the eerie red moons, his eyes burning like molten lava. Beside him, radiant yet fierce, stood Goddess Sylvara, the deity of wisdom, her presence exuding an unshakable power. Her silver robes shimmered, her gaze sharp and piercing.

We landed with my back facing the ground full of marbles, shattered bottles, and garbage while she landed in a kneeling position with her blazing eyes still staring at me and her hand on my neck. “Never forget that I AM MIKHA’EL,” She said in a thundering voice that made the whole place shake, and she stood up and spread her wings and flew away in her phoenix form. Like nothing happened. Yes, I am nothing compared to her. HE IS MICHAEL who disguises himself as a teenage girl. WTF?