Pyro Archon Novels & Stories

I say because I remember what he said the first time I met him. "Hmm." A thin trail of smoke leaves his nostrils. "I am Ashrac and this is Cantor. Our fathers have gone to Tahr's because they felt the presence of a new dragon and they think Tahr has mated. That is the only way for a female to transcend, so I think you have your facts wrong." Oh really. "I am not mated to Tahr and I don't even like him. I'm sorry that he is your uncle, but he's a jerk and don't wish to ever see him again."

Tears streamed down her face, and she couldn’t contain her sobs, at the sight of Thor lying bloodied on the floor. “I won’t hurt Nick,” he hissed. “He’s the brother of the devil, and I’m sure my actions will please both him and his brother.” “Drago doesn’t care about you,” he whispered menacingly in her ear, “You will be my sacrifice to him, you will see,” Madchen stilled herself for a moment.What the hell was he talking about, the devil. He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies.

Her shadows curled like wolves at her feet, waiting for orders that didn’t come from her. Her throat locked as she fought it, screaming silently inside her own body. I am Sierra. I am mine. I am not— But the air rippled, and through the fire, the figure appeared. Half-formed. Cloaked in wings that dripped shadow. His outline too vast for the clearing to contain, his molten eyes burning down into her marrow. Her father. Vorath Kane. The Dragon King. The name hit her like a curse she had never chosen. He reached through the storm, and the fire bent toward his hand as though eager to kneel.

“Don’t sass me whore get dressed. You need to make breakfast for the twins , don’t mess it up this time.” “Yes ma’am” And with that she is out of the room and I’m out of bed. I guess one good thing about this situation is that my room is an actual room. My dad is the beta of our pack the silver crescent pack. While not big we have over 200 contracts with business in both the human territory’s, and Lycan territory just north of the border. I get dressed quickly in my leather pants combat boots and dark olive green T-shirt. I don’t give a shit how my hair looks most days, it’s too much of a hassle when my hair goes down my back . So I opt for my usual messy bun before i notice my roots are com

The last item inspected was the one I was most familiar with–the star-shaped device that had been used to pull my soul back across the void to anchor it to my body. I shivered, seeing its floppy organic arms uselessly spiraling out from the wide teeth of its mechanical core. A sudden wind blasted us from behind as the Archon stood, his gasp audible as his eyes flashed, and he takes a shaky but solid step forward. The ancient drake bellowed, and Everly cringed as he rattled off something that left Orion confused and the liaison red-faced and nervous. “The Archon has asked all of you to be removed to separate quarters to await interrogation.”

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

He had stood in the shadow of the hero, and he had seen the cracks in the stone. He finished his "maintenance" and drove back down the hill. He passed the news vans, the guards, and the grieving followers. He felt like a shark moving through a school of colorful, panicked fish. Back in his basement, Silas turned on the monitors. The "ghost" sensor was live. He could see the interior of the Sorgentone living room. He could hear the Legend pacing on the hardwood floors. The "Hero’s Shadow" was no longer just a metaphor. Silas Thorne was now inside their walls, under their skin, and in their very water.

> PRIMARY IMPACT DETECTED: 12,000 KILOJOULES > EXOSKELETON SIPHON STATUS: MAXIMUM OUTPUT > GROUNDING LOOP: ACTIVE > GEOTHERMAL MATRIX PRESSURE: DRAIN INITIATED (78%... 65%... 48%) > Inside the white-hot storm of plasma, Archon Malakor let out a raspy, triumphant cackle over his suit’s speakers. "Died for nothing, half-breed! Your harness is mine—" "You talk too much, old man," a deep, rumbled voice growled through the smoke. Malakor’s eyes widened behind his HUD as the smoke cleared.

"I'll fight tooth and nail before I lose you." "My Moon…!" Aren's heart-wrenching cry echoed off the walls. Seeing his beloved Gil consumed by flames, a primal fury seized him. His body began to grow, transforming into a gigantic version of himself. His skin gleamed like the sun, and his eyes radiated power. With a deafening roar, he spread his enormous golden wings, enveloping Gil in a protective cocoon. Aren had assumed his form as the Archon Major, channeling the divine energy he possessed. The flames collided with the golden bubble now surrounding Gil, but were instantly nullified.