Pyro Archon Novels & Stories

“The Archer Legacy was passed down to me. I am the prophesized Slayer.” It was silent. Her eyes swept around waiting for the first lycan to react. When the reactions erupt, the numbness and pain shot through her and she could not breathe to utter a response to the series of questions. No, all she could see was Theodavian rising to his feet and making his way out of the Great Hall.

I heard Deucalion’s voice ask from behind me. Just as I turned to answer him, all the torches, candle stands, and chandeliers in the hall went out leaving us in total darkness. I tried to navigate my way around the darkness for a few seconds but before I could make it to Valerian, I felt someone seize me by the neck. I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Illyria!!”

He turned and stared in concern at the petite figure before him. "Well that sounds… so horrifying," She said laughing nervously. Alex wasn't concerned about the information derived from the news but was more concerned about her. He leaned forward to drop the remote but paused as he stared at her pleading. Instead, she pretended not to see it. He dropped his arms on his knees making the loose T-shirt he wore reveal the abs underneath. "This wolf man is starting to get a reputation from it. " He said as he leaned against the sofa, watching her every move. " And I am afraid he is more than a treat to the people,"

It was a game, a sick, taunting game, and Orion had never played to lose. His body shook with a fury and a pain so deep it nearly split him open from the inside. His beast stirred, restless, snarling beneath his skin, craving release, but he held it back. Not yet, not until he had a name, location and throat to rip out; then there would be nowhere else in the realm for him to run. He rose to his feet slowly, his towering form casting a long shadow across the snow. "Burn it all," he said, voice hoarse with restrained wrath.

He nodded at the dragon, knowing that if they both fought, Mariah would be open to an attack, and she wouldn’t be able to defend herself. Seeing that Asher understood his intent, Alaric turned his big head to the gods, and with a flap of his wings, he lifted in the air, and sharp, pointed, golden scales shot out of his wings, attacking the gods. Aron took the hit, Hades hid in Haziah’s block of ice, and Alinta burned the ones that came to her with her flame. Ramiel, on the other hand, struck down the scales directed at him; however, because they were all distracted, they didn’t see the lava of fire coming at them. Ramiel reacted first by teleporting. Alinta tried to vanquish the fire with he

“All angels are blood thirsty. Look at Iraziel. How many people has he killed, trying to get to me?” “More than you think.” Noah replied, closing the book in his hands. Where Thorne was dark, brooding and the muscle of the trio; Noah was paler, louder and the brains. Well... as brainy as you could get, when you were a demon. “Archon is a thousand times worse. He is one of God’s highest generals, only just under the feet of the Arc-Angels. And let me tell you one thing… you don’t want those fuckers anywhere near you. If you think Archon has plans for you… The Arc’s are worse. They won't want to keep you alive, they will want to skin you and make an example out of you.”

The brand wasn't just a mark of ownership, it was a data-sink, a trap her father had designed decades ago for the moment the Archon tried to jump. "What... what is this?" the Archon screamed, his hands flying to his own head as his physical body began to convulse, his eyes rolling back as his consciousness was sucked into the very "Executioner" he had spent twenty years perfecting. He wasn't entering a young, vibrant host; he was being shunted into a biological dead-end, a firewall designed to entomb him.

Heaven was not arriving diplomatically. It was arriving in formation. Lucifer did not turn toward the descending radiance. She kept her eyes on Lily. “This is the moment.” “What moment?” “Where you learn whether decentralization means coexistence…” Her smile sharpened faintly. “…or war.” The blade of white light struck the valley floor. Snow evaporated instantly. A figure stepped from within it— Not winged. Not soft. Armored in brilliance so intense it hurt to look at. An Archon.

“Taking those who are weaker, younger, making them fight for entertainment. And if you refuse, you die.” I share a look with Nero and Orion. This isn’t just some small-time operation. This is organized. A full-blown fucking enterprise. And it’s spreading like a goddamn virus through our packs. “I’m gonna need more than that, Aeron,” Nero says, his voice tight with barely restrained rage. “We can’t take this down without knowing who’s behind it. I’m going to have to contact Arkyn and Creed at this fucking rate.” Aeron hesitates, his gaze flicking to the floor. “There’s one name I remember … someone they mentioned a lot. He’s not a wolf, but he’s the one pulling the strings.”

"Don't worry. There will be a bigshot coming to lend us a hand later." Sharon wondered. "Who is it?" "It is a secret. Haha..." Anthony laughed and hung up the phone. Sharon was puzzled. 'A big shot? As far as I remember, there don't seem to be any big shots. The only one who is considered prominent is Kohen. Kohen is obviously on that b*tch's side. What is Anthony trying to pull here?' She cursed in annoyance and then got up from the floor. When she returned to the set, Ariella shrieked in the loudest voice that even Kisa could hear from afar.