Spyro X Elora Novels & Stories

Crap. Rogues. Three of them crept out, eyes glowing like lanterns dipped in acid. They circled around her. Elora stood fast. She wasn’t a pushover; she had sparred with Dante, survived palace politics, and could throw a punch. But she was alone. No reinforcements. Not good.

I smirk, folding my hands over my chest in amusement. "Now now… Elora is waiting to see her dear sister. We should not keep her waiting, now, should we? So don't move, Elena dear. I won't be long. Let me just go and give her a warm welcome!" I say as I walk out and see Santiago sipping the last of Zoraya's soul. He had sucked her dry. So much that her eyes dried up, and her skin shriveled like a lady past a hundred years. I smiled, looking at him proudly.

Elora released her hand from Caspian’s grip and immediately got out of it. Along the way, Elora thought about what had happened to her. For a moment, she knew she was saying something, but she couldn’t remember. It felt like something was taking control of her body. Or was it just a memory that popped up suddenly, and Elora said it unconsciously? Elora parked her car at a golf resort in the Jackson’s Point area about half an hour later. No sign of the Dreamcatcher crew here yet. Did Elora come too early? Elora took her cell phone from her bag and cursed as she read Javier’s message.

They were a shifting, oily silver. "Who the hell are you?" Kaelor growled. "Elora. An outcast. The Lunar Witches call me a Siphoner because I won't feed the Vamps their daily dose of miracle-blood." She stepped into the light, her gaze fixed on Aradaa. "He’s beautiful. And he’s dying." "Fix him," Kaelor demanded.

"Victor, look at the sky. It's peeling. We're running out of world!" "I'll be right behind you." Victor swung his silver blade. It caught a shadow-creature in the throat. The thing didn't scream. It hissed like steam escaping a pipe. "Malakai! Take her!" "I've got her!" Malakai grabbed Elodie’s arm. He dragged her toward the pulsing violet light of the Spire. "Move! Before the military realizes the missiles aren't doing shit!" "Victor!" Elodie screamed his name one last time, but the roar of a low-flying jet drowned her out.

She gave Zora hers and collected the one Zora held. “How about you take mine and I'll help you with that?” Lucien offered as he tried to collect the one Zora gave Elora from her. Elora shook her head. “There's no need for that, Damon. It's fine.” She smiled at him and started eating. Zora smiled internally. She had no idea Elora was this daft but all the same, it was all working for her good. Once she gives Elora the third shot, which is the last one for now, all she had to do was wait for it to start manifesting and boy that would make her so happy.

It no longer matters that she turned me green or that she hasn't told me about being an eagle shifter. She's mine. I have no idea how or why it happened, but it did and nothing will stand between me and this woman. No mountains or dragons or Goddesses. Flora follows us as we walk to the lab. The kids don't bother shifting to fly because she's here and they have no idea she has her own wings. I'm actually proud that they're considering her feelings. We enter the lab and I walk over to my latest experiment. The electrical circuit is within a plastic shield made up of melted cell phone glass. I have cell phone batteries inside shields too. Flora and the kids gather around me while I line the ci

She reached up standing on her tiptoes and grabbed his face with both hands. She pulled his head down until their foreheads touched. ZAP. A spark of violet energy jumped between them. "You're full," Elena whispered. "You're brimming. You drank the whole ocean, didn't you, Sparky?" "I became the ocean," Leo corrected gently. She pulled back, looking him up and down. "And now you're back. Which means something went wrong. Or you broke something you can't fix." She looked past him to me.

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."

I stripped the solar-flare of its spectrum, turning the blinding white into a harmless, gray ash that fell onto the deck of the Obsidian Wing like snow. But the effort was immense. I felt my life-force being squeezed, the gold veins in my arm pulsing with a rhythmic, agonizing heat. "Elora!" Lyra appeared on the deck below, her small hands raised. She wasn't scared; she was focused. "Give it to the water! The city below... it’s thirsty!"