Spyro And Cynder Novels & Stories

” He turned towards the flames that danced and crackled, casting a golden glow over the mountain. I stood up and looked at Cypher. “What’s next?” “Plan A,” he faced me, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. “Everyone needs to believe that Legora is someone else, not Zephyr.” “And then we will free him,” Silver added, looking at Cypher. “You’re right. We did make a great team, even though you’re crazy!” Cypher laughed. “Alright, silver boy.” “Don’t call me that!” Silver shouted at him, and they again started arguing like an old married couple.

Phoenix stopped running and raised his snout to smell out of his boyfriend, but he couldn’t smell that faint honey in the air. He turned around and started sniffing the ground. When he made it all the way to the tree where Cyro was hiding behind, he was jumped by said boyfriend. Cyro pounced on him, pinning Phoenix to the ground. Phoenix yelped and looked up at his boyfriend, who caught him by surprise. Cyro leaned his head down and licked up Phoenix’s neck. Phoenix whimpered underneath him and changed back, Cyro whined and changed back himself. Kaeden was still pinned between Corbin’s arms, and the look of lust swimming in Corbin’s eyes made Kaeden nervous.

she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. Lyra and Orion came at her next, moving in perfect sync. Zyra could feel their determination, their desire to test her limits. She focused on the ground beneath them, and suddenly, roots shot up, tangling around their legs and causing them to trip. They struggled to free themselves, their faces a mix of surprise and amusement. “Hey no, mommy!!” Lyra screamed out of fear and laughter. "Impressive," Lyra said, finally breaking free and giving Zyra an approving nod.

Leo Vane was no longer just the Rogue; he was the Hacker of the Flesh, and the Republic of Cinders was about to undergo its final, most violent transformation. The Spire’s Vault was no longer a cold room of data-banks and lead-shielding. It was a womb. The "Green-Ghost" vines had punched through the reinforced floor, wrapping themselves around the Aether-Core in a tight, pulsing embrace. The air was so thick with emerald spores that every breath felt like drinking liquid light. At the center of the chaos, Sophia was suspended in a harness, her fingers flying across a holographic interface that was flickering with a violent, rhythmic red.