Spell Sylvester Novels & Stories

The ticking of the wall clock and the soft murmurs of the city outside created a peaceful background. While rummaging through the documents, a particular file caught my eye. It was labeled "Grey Enterprises: Classified." My curiosity piqued, I opened it, revealing a stack of old documents, financial records and surveillance photographs. My heart skipped a beat when I realized these were remnants of Sebastian Grey’s secret operations. One letter in particular stood out. Gray was called "The Raven" from someone's name. The cryptic language and eerie tone sent chills down my spine. The letter pointed to widespread fraud, suggesting that Gray and Blackwood were merely participants in a larger ga

"D o e s... s h e... k n o w s... t h a t... s h e... i s ...t r o u b l e?" Avery asked h but Sylvester glared at him. "S h e ... i s... n o t... a... t r o u b l e. S h e... i s... m y... l o v e... a n d... m y... l i f e... y o u... l o w l y... d o g."

“Sylvester. I just found out a useful set of information, the f*cker you killed last year had a son and according to what i found out, he is training some military men to take his revenge because you killed his father” “I know. Oh really?, Why haven't i seen his ugly face till now” Sylvester said, laziness radiating out of his skin pores, his eyes already half closed. “And it seems that he really is interested in our private lives to a point that he sent a female spy to my mansion who did very well in pretending to be a maid for two bloody weeks without being caught,” he muttered. “The fucker's son is really determined to take his revenge but unfortunately for him, he gave out something whic

Immediately, I felt something settle back into my head and a piercing pain made me hold my head in pain, moaning. I did not hear much of anything they said after that but I felt better soon and I head something that got me really pissed. 'And you Wendy', Sylvester was saying 'I trusted you with the life and health of my dear brother and you are using your powers and spells on him? Preventing him from regaining his memories and recognizing his loved ones? How is that right?' he asked angrily. 'Alpha Sylvester, you are mistaken!' she protested but Sylvester raised his hands again for silence. 'I am talking and have not asked you to respond just yet. You do not interrupt your Alpha!'

Perhaps, because he’s not smiling just like he always does. “W-We are not jealous of her!” one defended. “R-Right! We are not!” “Really?” Sylvester asked before he grinned. “Then get lost. LEAVE HER ALONE, YOU PIECE OF SH*T.” Sylvester’s warning was enough to make their knees tremble. They walked away, hoping to leave as soon as possible. Finally, Sylvester and Ryan were alone. Ryan peered at him. She couldn’t believe that this guy was really the Sylvester she knew!

As Frederick prepared to disembark, he found his path stopped by a vigorous, middle-aged man. Frederick narrowed his eyes and questioned, "Can I help you?" Sylvester responded calmly, "I'd like to speak with you about Ambrose York." Frederick's demeanor shifted. Ambrose York was his father's name. How did this stranger know? "Who are you?" he asked A gentle smile spread across Sylvester's face. His tone softened as he acknowledged that the young man before him was his nephew, who had been lost for over two decades. "I am Sylvester, from the York family of Valyr City."

<><><> By now, Tiger's skin is unrecognizable with bruises and burns, wounds and blood, but he was still smiling as he stared into space. It's been a while since he experienced pleasurable pains, and it feels too good right now. The tortures stopped already, Toyota and Lambo are already out of the room. Just Taylor and Sylvester left with him. He suddenly faced Sylvester. "Hey, what's your name?" He asked with bloody lips "You're f**king headstrong" Sylvester smiled, and he laughed. "How'd I end up as the boss of my clan if I'm a simpleton" "I'm Sylvester. You should know since you'd become part of us soon anyways" Sylvester replied.

She was expecting Herbert to speak but Sly surprised her, as he uttered, "Dad may agree, but I'm not Santa Claus. I, Sylvester Norman, will make him pay," Sly's voice was icy. However, Veronica was not ready to give up. She looked for a weakness and found it. She felt exposed at how Herbert tricked her into admitting the truth but she wasn't ready to let Sly take revenge on Mr. Welbeck. "Don't you dare me Sly, or I will make you regret it, the same way I made Claudia," she threatened.

The doctor mumbled in a very low voice, but Lucifer heard him. He knew why the doctor didn’t want to speak aloud, but he didn’t say a thing to him and walked out of the room. He needed to find Hailley and Rita now. At the same time, Sylvester was too stunned to register his surroundings after his wolf also growled aloud inside him. His body suddenly burst with strength as his full strength hit his body with full force. The nurses present inside the room thought that he was about to pass out and made him sit on a chair in a corner of the room.

She watched as the two spar and Sylvester would spank Paxton in the butt by the flat surface of the sword. “Too slow.” She smiled and couldn’t help but admire Sylvester. His age might be a thousand times more than hers but he was a guy in his twenties to thirties. He’s still handsome and fun. Like he’s acting like he age in his twenties or thirties. Sometimes he can be old-fashioned.