Spyro X Cynder Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I launched myself into the air, the black smoke forming wings that weren't made of feathers but of pure void. "No!" the Original Lyra shrieked. She lunged forward, trying to stab the spear into her own heart. "He belongs to me!" I was faster. I hit her like a falling mountain. We crashed into the silver machinery at the base of the Spire. The spear flew from her hand, skidding across the floor. I pinned her down, my purple-stained fingers digging into her white dress. "You wanted to be the only one?" I hissed. I leaned close to her ear. "Now you’ll be the first one to die."

“She texted me half hour ago. She said she’s on her way.” Lizzy chuckles. “Maybe she fought with her twin again. I heard from uncle Phoenix that Xandry doesn’t like Matt.” “Oh, I don’t like him too, but who am I to judge. Saph likes him, though.” I sip the caramel Frappuccino that I ordered while waiting for Lizzy to arrive. “I don’t think Saph is serious with him. You know her. She has a thing with bad boys, and he isn’t one of those,” Lizzy replies, then she looks at me as if she wants to say something.

~ZEPHYR~ “She’s here. She’s alive.” I wrapped my arms around Sapphire, holding her close as tears streamed down my face. As I embraced her, my mind drifted back to the moment Cypher and I had reached the mansion an hour ago. According to our plan, Cypher and I had sneaked into the mansion to rescue Sapphire. We crept through the shadows to hide our identities, but I saw someone running out as we approached the entrance. I was about to turn and follow them, but Cypher stopped me and pointed to a figure groaning on the ground. My attention shifted to the person on the ground; something about them compelled me to move closer, my heart racing with anticipation, hoping it wasn’t who I feared it m

It is a possessive, anchoring touch that reminds me I am not drifting; I am tethered. "Splash!" A spray of cold water hits us. I shriek, sitting up. Ciro growls, shielding me with his massive body. Spadino is in the water. He is treading water off the stern, grinning like a shark. His wet hair is plastered to his forehead. "You two are boring!" Spadino yells. "Come in! The water is perfect. It’s deep. Like Ciro’s thoughts." "I'm going to drown him," Ciro says calmly, wiping water from his face.

Xandry already prepared the table as he insisted on helping, he placed the wine given by Saph in the fridge a while ago. Saph sent me a text to enjoy her brother. It was hilarious and embarrassing at the same time because she knew exactly the reason why Xandry came to see me— he was expecting a lot of hot sex and multiple Os. “What’s in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart?” I blinked when I heard Xandry’s amused voice. He might have an idea of what was I thinking. Am I really like an open book to him? “Just remember Saph’s message.” I gave him a diablerie smile, and Xandry snaked his arms around my waist and hugged me from behind.

"And let me tell you, Cyra is terrifying. In the best way." "Cyra," Modern Vespera mused. She looked down the table at Cyprian. "So in your world, my husband is a woman?" "A gorgeous, six-foot-tall woman in a power suit who carries a katana," Vesper confirmed with a dreamy sigh. Cyprian choked on his scotch. "He's a good Wolf," Fantasy Vespera said softly, looking at Cyprian. "In my world, he is a Shadow Knight. He bound his soul to mine."

Claudia nods in response and I ask, “Do you know what she thinks her name is?” She nods her head slowly as she says, “She thinks her name is Aurora May Bell. And she thinks that Master Wraith is her mate and that his name is Aamon.” Osborn and Peelle walk out, and I say, “Come on, let’s get your dad and figure out what we’re going to do.” Once we get back to the pack house, thankfully Faith and Hope are both asleep. Evan joins us in Osborn’s office and Osborn breathes out as he tugs at his hair in frustration, “I can’t leave. There’s too much going on here.”

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

The raging Grayhead spits at me—without Xandra by my side, I’ll die in seconds. “Perhaps you should be wondering why I never trusted you enough,” Xandra says. “Oh, that’s simple.” Corwyn feints at her, circling around. “You’ve always been too terrified to do what needs to be done.” I scrape my feet back underneath me, my side screaming from his claws. Hits that should be dropping him only slow him—but I’ve fought bastards so drunk they can’t feel pain before. I just need him a little slower. “Put more water on the deck,” I tell Xandra. “Anything to trip him up.”

“Are you silly? When can you ever make enough money? If you miss Zephyr, though, where are you going to find another one like him?” “Mom!” Cordelia looked at her, beaming. “Zephyr won’t run away!” “That’s hard to tell! What if… another childhood sweetheart appears again? Like that something Tanner!” “Whoever appears, he’s mine.” Cordelia was confident. “He won’t be able to run away!” Xyla looked at her with a doting yet helpless gaze and sighed.