Sayoris Novels & Stories

It was a blessing in disguise though, because the little show of pain made it possible to see the owner of the voice. It was a woman. Dark skin, with a fading scar running from the right side of her upper lips down to her jaw. Her eyes were coppery, contrasting the brown dreadlock that was tied into a ponytail. She was no fresher with the spear and held it masterfully as if she was one with it. “One funny move" the woman glared, "and you are a dead meat.". Dead meat? Ejima shivered. Despite the threat, she felt sweat and fear covering her body. Her eyes strolled down to the woman’s feet and the notion in her stomach elevated when she saw the missing toe…

Isabelle: Why do you keep following me around? He looked her way and she raised her eyebrows and tilted her head. Joel: Who said I was following you around? Isabelle: I've got something called, 'eyes'. Joel: Well, someone needs to be your second pair of eyes. Isabelle: So you're like my bodyguard? For free? Joel: Don't get too cocky. Isabelle: 😏 too late. "Now he's smiling," Isaac's voice made him look up. Realizing he had been smiling, he lowered his cheeks and pursed his lips.

Herbert said, patting her shoulder "He was here!" Karish hissed and slapped Herbert's hand "Rogue!" My eyes became large, I tried to use my werewolf senses and I could distinguish a faint but disgusting smell from the direction of the other flocks. I got the smell of soil, rain and forest Karish's flock and Herbert smelled like pines Somehow, the smell from the other wolves did not feel threatening. thought this is how werewolves can distinguish friends from enemies. I could not understand why Karish was the only one affected by this scent, the others could definitely smell it too but showed no reaction to it. Then I remembered what Karish said to me the day I was attacked by the villains, t

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Ocean is really going to have a hard time with his mate and ill make sure to rub it in at every opportunity, I'm just glad my beautiful Sky is calm and placid as opposed to the hot fire Ocean has now got. "Right so Lanna here gets messages from time to time from the moon godess" "Really?" everyone asks looking to Lanna who smiles awkwardly "Yes but they all lead to the same thing WAR IS COMING and it seems that the time is finally now" "So what does it have to do with us?" Sky whispers "Well my love, we need to get our mates, you and Desert," I say nodding towards Desert and bring you home safe because we are nothing without our other halves"

Soraya butted in hoping to break up the already growing tension between Ysa and Diwata. “Shut your filthy mouth, witch!” Ysa snapped back at Soraya. “No shit, Ysa. I’m a witch and just so you know, you’re a werewolf.” Soraya doesn’t seem to be having Ysa’s attitude as she revealed what we were all thinking without trying to gather our opinion. “We’re both monsters. Take that and shove into your mouth.” “Wer-what?” Ysa whimpered just like the dog she is. “No, no, no… This can’t be.” She began shedding some tears as she stared at her claws with a dose of morose.

I have no idea what's going on right now. Ambrose is still on one knee. He lets out a breath before continuing, "I Ambrose Loopnoir of the White Ridge Pack pledge my Loyalty to Alpha Sydney Eld and Lumiere Silas Youngblood, the mother, and father of our pack. Please accept my pledge." He extends a claw and cuts his palm; I have no idea what for.

Orson woke up confused due to the commotion as he placed Gurion on the blanket, being careful not to wake him up while trying to sneak in behind the female in front of me. The female suddenly stopped kissing me as she moved to my back, then kicked me towards Dillon. "Is that really Ari?" Orson asked in confusion. She said she is Ayla, but it's clearly Ari's physical body despite some changes in her appearance. "A Bear, I see—so, you are this body's maternal brother, how cute—she's my sister too—does that mean I'm also your sister too?" She mumbled as she laughed creepily. Orson tackled her, holding her down and trying to restrain her.

This Mysterious figure tapped the feet of the Daemon boar and whispered, “ Horc, These are the commands your master has given to you, once you are done, you shall be free ” A red rune circle appeared on the forehead of the Horc. Horc is the name given to all Daemon boar specie. It is said that these Horcs are the weakest of the Daemon kind but with a little boost, they can surpass even a C-class five-star mage or swordsman. For someone like Amaria -who isn't a mage like Teresa and Dove nor a mana using swordsman like Elex - she wouldn't stand a chance with a Horc, boost or no boost.

Charlie was doing some sort of robot dance making her laugh when she was abruptly pulled around and her breath hitch looking at the huge man who was none other than Leon. His black hair strands covering his eyes as water drips from the tips. His silver gray eyes looked ethereal, and she can feel all the girls looking at him like hungry female wolves ready to mate. His mighty height and broad shoulders intimidated her so she took a step back, dancing softly looking behind to find both Finn and Charlie gone. Where did they evaporate to?