Sylus Crow Name Novels & Stories

The gold liquid didn't just sit there; it began to glow and cast a strange, ethereal light onto the faces of the Council. Elder Silas let out a sharp breath, reaching out, his fingers hovering over the basin. “By the Great Wolf,” he whispered. “What is it?” Luciano demanded, stepping forward, his brow furrowed. “Is there a contaminant? A curse?” Silas turned his sightless eyes toward me, and for the first time, I saw something that looked like genuine shock. “This is no contaminant,” Silas said, with a trembling voice. “She carries the Lumina marker. The Pure-Blood Royal strain of the Northern Highlands.”

She smiled. “Wait, SilverHawk pack?” Doltyn asked. “Duh, that should be your new pack name.” Tiamat rolled her eyes. “Shouldn’t we be the ones to decide on the new pack name?” Silas asked, walking in with Karla next to him. Zeus held his hands up as if he was going to strike, “who are you?” He demanded. “Me?” Silas pointed to himself. “I am Beta Silas SilverMoon, and this is my mate and female Beta Karla Hawk, soon to be SilverMoon.” He said keeping eye contact.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

he growled. ​I flinched. ​Then he raised his head to the wolf who'd brought me. "Son, what is the meaning of this?" ​The wolf morphed back, returning to human form. Amber orbs turned hazel; a crown of dark, tousled hair and tan skin pulled taut over an athletic body. His eyes didn't meet mine as he replied. ​"Seris Sullivan is my mate." ​The silence following Sylus’s declaration pressed against me like an anvil.

he asked with a curious grin. “Yep,” I replied, my fingers playing with the edge of the towel. “So, um… DK Investments… that’s really your company?” “Yeah,” Sylas replied with a nod. “Why? You don’t believe me?” “No, no, it’s not that,” I said. “You just… I thought the CEO’s name was Anderson, or something like that.”

Although it was a primordial beast, a direct fight with him would still be risky. The crow formed a plan and flew directly above Sylas' head. Sylas remained on guard since he still hadn't identified the speaker. "If you won't show yourself, I'll kill them." A drop of liquid splashed onto his head. Looking up, he saw a crow perched above him. "You beast. You deserve to die." Anger flashed in his eyes as he lashed out at the crow. The crow darted to another tree, glancing back at Sylas as it moved.

**Silas’s POV** The scar itches. Not the searing pain of before, but a slow, creeping burn that makes my skin crawl. I scratch at it absently, my gaze locked on the golden crow—*gray-eyed* crow—perched in the dead oak. Its once-bright plumage is dull, streaked with ash, and it watches me with an unsettling stillness. “It’s changing,” I mutter to Selene. She doesn’t look up from the map of Veil fractures. “Everything’s changing.”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

The child looked tiny against his broad chest. Jethro lifted him high, so everyone could see. "As Alpha and King of the Crimson Realm, I lift the curse I placed upon him and from this day forward, my son shall be known as Silas Veylen." The hall erupted in applause and cheers, then he raised Silas higher. Jethro’s voice carried over the noise. “Silas Veylen is Crowned, and he shall one day be the future Alpha of our realm.” Everyone bowed their heads in respect, Lydia sat frozen, her face pale with shock. Inside my own mind I whispered, Welcome to your hell, Lydia and Jethro as I smiled wider and took my son back, rocking him softly while he cooed.

“Are you ok? Let's get you out of here. My name is Syrus, It is nice to meet you.? He smiled. Author's note: Follow me on Instagram for updates - Dahliaknoxwrites