Spyro Cyril Novels & Stories

"Leo, look at the Spire. Someone has claimed the throne." ​The Return to the Spire ​The Ark crashed—deliberately—into the rooftop garden of the Neo-Global Spire. As the glass canopy shattered, Leo stepped out, his amber-etched arm glowing with a predatory fire. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and high-voltage ozone.

He turns that grin on Cyra and I growl, tugging her behind me. “I was right, you must be Aphrodite. I’m Hacker. I wanted to let you know I’m still working on that ... project Tracker asked me to help with. I have some other things, some paying things, that are taking priority, but I have Sphinx helping me while I work on my other projects.” I look at Zach. “Sphinx?” I mouth. He shrugs. “She’s my ... let’s call her my protégé,” he says. He grins again, like he’s got a secret. Since he goes by Hacker, I’m guessing he has a lot of them.

I'm shocked by his vast knowledge and very impressed, there are centuries worth. "Spiro is his name, seriously?" I laughed at it. I see he has purple dragon fire and fucking black leathery wings. "What the hell is he," I grimace. My father scowls and eyes me strangely. "Surely you can tell by my memories son," he sighs.

Even though he was a Demigod, he was unable to handle it. Spurt! A mouthful of blood spurted out of Gideon’s mouth. His confidence had been shattered by the poor start of the fight. “Who the hell are you?” Tyr paused his assault for the time being. He saw clear astonishment on Gideon’s face. In his opinion, no one else could possess Tyr’s terrifying strength other than Spartacus, also known as Dragon Squad’s Demigod who had emerged from seclusion. “Tyr Summers!” Tyr didn’t bother concealing his identity as he told Gideon his full name.

I feel like I want to pinch his cute, chubby cheeks. “You are Raphael?” I asked with doubt and he answered, “Yes” In a cute voice but showed me his true form. He is all white and shining. White long hair, white eyes with white wings, and there’s blue and green energy coming from his palms. Then he turned to a cute little six years old boy again and smiled at me. I am convinced now. “Is he a falling angel too?” I asked Michael while pointing at Raphael. Michael smiled and shook her head, “No” She answered. “He is our healer,” She added.

People were confused about the happenings as things like this has never happened before, She raised her right hand to the sky this time, her eyes has turned to red as her body shook in terror "I Princess Shebba of Harlet Moon Pack Reject you Eden Arastol as my mate, I strip myself of every mate bond and connection I have with you, I reject you a thousand times" She ended dangerously and brought down her hand. Pain shook through me as I felt electrocuted, I fell on my knees in pain, as the mate bond stripped and left my body. Only my groans can be heard. My face was forcefully held up, as I look to see its the Betta's daughter

before. @cycy

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.