Spyro Cyril Novels & Stories

His expression didn’t change but the air around him did. Kane noticed first. That terrifying stillness that only happened when Ciro stopped thinking like a man and started thinking like something far more dangerous. A monster. “She’s alive,” Kane said carefully. Ciro looked at the blood on his fingers then toward the open gate. Then back at Kane. And when he finally spoke, his voice was calm enough to make the entire garage feel colder. “Sigilla la città.” [Seal the city.]

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.

He accused. Faking a cough she replied again, "you don't know me." "And? You don't know me too." Cleo, who almost choked herself just to answer him was never heard because he already talked without waiting for her to blurt the name that was lingering on her mind. "I'm Alas Crowne." "In Spain, I used to be one," he continued. "I know," Cleo mumbled, looking down on the red floor of the amusement park, beside them was a fountain.

I will also ask him about the army school. "Hey, are you okay?" Vic asked the boy. "Can you please help me out?" The boy asked Vic. "Here!" He gave him a hand. "Thanks for helping me." "And you too, so what's your name?" the boy asked as he was now free from the grip of the tentacles. "I'm Vichette and you." "I'm Spiro the heir to the Smith's family. The most strongest and bravest in the world." The boy boasted, raising up his right hand in the air. "Huh, sorry. I mean, I'm Spiro!"

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

Two Years Later “No, Einar is the strongest!” my daughter adamantly yells at Leander, standing in front of Einar who is playing with the kids. “No, Finley is the strongest!” Leander says back, both kids arguing that their fathers’ wolves are the strongest. Briella is riding on Finley’s back. Cyran growls low, coming to stand between them. Both Leander and Felicity look at Cyran then back at each other. “Grandpa Cyran is the strongest!” they both yell.

Nya hoped someday she would have a curvy figure with large breasts, but for now, she used her tiny frame to her advantage and folded herself into the shadows, trying to calm her thundering heart before her hiding spot was given away. He would be by soon; she just knew it. Gavin Cross was a talented hunter, as was his father before him. Someday, Gavin would be a fierce warrior, too, just like his father, Xaver. Though King Zar refused to appoint Xaver to a post higher than King’s Commander for reasons Nya didn’t understand, everyone knew that Xaver was the best warrior in the army and had more kills than anyone else, even King’s General Rok Phin.

The Alpha smiled at his son. “Congratulations” Ancient, the old oracle who had already become weak and unstable smiled, revealing his crooked, broken and brown teeth. He was already becoming bald due to his old age. It was said that he had lived for a hundred of years and has served three generations. Spike would be the fourth if he lived longer. Also, it was said he would still serve two more generations’ i.e the next Alpha after Spike and the next. H4e walked closer to Spike and patted him.

A roar met us not of beast, but of wind and flame. And from it, something rose. Wings. Not mine. Not Rafael’s. But belonging to a creature I hadn’t seen in years a phoenix. Reborn from the Spiral. It circled above us, letting out a call that rang like a war cry and a lullaby all in one. The Spiral had not just chosen me. It had summoned its protectors. Together, we stepped forward.

A weapon he could mold into whatever he desires and he took advantage of the opportunity. From the moment Cyro could walk, Mikel had started training him. His childhood was far from that of a normal child, there were no toys, no friends, no playtime time and he was mostly locked up in a safe house that Mikel owed that no one knows about. The only normal thing he has experienced was education, Mikel had had him homeschooled with his normal training, Cyro had read thoudands of books and he has a high IQ making him smarter than a normal person. His days were filled with physical conditioning, combat training, and lessons on stealth and strategy. He was taught to blend into shadows, to move with