Sylus Crow Name Novels & Stories

Lyra felt the power inside her chest rise like a flood against breaking ribs. Cassian’s voice behind her. Low. Urgent. “Lyra…” She didn’t look back. The crowns fused together in midair. Bone grinding against metal. Becoming something new. Something ancient. Something waiting centuries for her hands. The Bone Crown descended slowly toward Lyra’s head. And the Hollow Queen screamed.

< Cyro stated as he placed his ear on Phoenix’s stomach, listening to the beans cooking inside. Phoenix whimpered, >Who the heck are you talking about?< Cyro looked up from his stomach at his mate, that looked about ready to attack him. Crawling closer to his mate, he said, >Dante—Dante’s proper name is Winsor—Sloth is his title, Kitten.< Phoenix turned and sat up then looked down at Cyro asking, >Oh really? That’s an odd name, so you’re Cyro Wrath Silver. He is Winsor Sloth Silver, who are the rest?<

His eyes scan the room and a few on the board look away, bowing their heads in respect. “Alpha, I wasn’t questioning your judgment,” Clancy interrupts, “I’m simply…” “Apple is my only Luna!” Sly roars. “I will not accept another. She is MINE!” Frantically, Sly unbuttons his shirt and pulls it to the side, revealing the gleaming gold mark in the shape of my teeth on his neck. A few in the crowd gasp openly as he turns his body slowly to make sure everyone gets a good look. “Alpha-level…” some of them whisper. “She’s more than wolf enough…”

"For this." A low whistle echoed from the staircase. I looked up and saw Silas Crowe standing there, flanked by a dozen rogue outcasts. He was smiling. "Alpha Blackridge. And the brilliant Dr. Quinn. So glad you could join the party." "Crowe," Ronan stepped in front of me, his body vibrating with a low, predatory hum. "You’re off your leash." "Am I? Or am I finally exactly where I need to be? This territory was always meant for the strong, not the 'civilized' packs of Grimford."

I murmured, my eyes dropping instantly. "You could join us, you know... it'll be so much fun," one of the girls purred, and I recognized her as the heir to the Redmoon Pack. Pathetic. I scoffed under my breath. "That will be another time, ladies." His voice darkened. Sylus' eyes were filled with lust and a thirst for something... blood? "Go, leave us." They grabbed their clothes and scrambled out. Sylus rose, tying his robe loosely around his waist. He poured himself a drink—relaxed, unbothered.

he drawled, “ye bought a bird that can outrun half our problems. Ye plan tae name it?” I pretended to consider, sipping. “Aye. Problem Solver.” Declan snorted. “Bold of you to assume.” “Call it Havoc,” Rory suggested. “Truth in advertisin’.” Cat pointed a fork at me. “You should put your name on the tail like a movie star. Big scrolled letters. EILIDH—QUEEN OF CHAOS.” “We’re no’ paintin’ a target on it,” Niall said, amused but firm. “We’ll ken it when we see it. That’s enough.”

It floated all the way up to the third-floor window, paused at the tip of my nose, and then dispersed. The crows in the manor stirred awake and burst across the rooftops in a flurry of wings. Their feathers gilded with a thin layer of gold by the early light. The distant skyline finally tore through the last of the deep blue, bleeding its first pale gray and pale gold. Silas turned his head. His silver-gray eyes reflected the breaking dawn. His voice came clearer and steadier than it ever had. "Luna." This time, he didn't get it wrong. "I'm here."

Her nickname is Snow. Sylar Rosario: Blonde curly hair that curls naturally into a surfer hairstyle. Sylar is the youngest Rosario family member. His blue eyes resembles his brother Silas's eyes. Sylar likes to watch vampires movies, youtubers on youtube, listen to music, and bond with his misunderstood brother Silas. He'll often check up on his brother when he knows he's angry. Sylar doesn't fit in at balls and tries to avoid them. He signs off with SyR.

Something else. His face was beautiful in the severe way of statues and winter storms. He had a thin scar across one cheek and wore a black ring on his right hand shaped like a crown split in two. The house hated him. I could feel it. The walls pulled inward. The floor beneath him refused to creak. Even Frost Ridge seemed to be holding its breath. He inclined his head. “Silas Crowne.” The name moved through the house like a key turning. Kael swore softly.