Sylus Crow Name Novels & Stories

“They’re everywhere. I’d say you might even have encountered them already; only, you cannot perceive them as one. Camouflage as what you might say. They’re good at that. After all, they are a supernatural existence gifted with different abilities, which you might have—like everyone else around you.” He got an answer, yet along with it were thousands of fresh questions desperate to be filled-in. Somehow, he made sense and also didn’t. It was in itself confusing. Not to mention, creepy. Come to think of it, he didn’t even know why he knew of hIS name. “Who the hell are you? How do you know who I am?” “Like I said, you know little of everything. This world is a nest for mystery. No matter how y

She stopped beside Zayden and Aldric Crowe looked at her. "Aldric," she said. Something cracked in the Rogue King's expression. His mate said his name. "Sera," he said. The wrong color in his eyes shifted. The gold-white luminescence dimmed at the edges. The grey underneath it is surfacing. Aldric Crowe was still inside what the Rogue King had become and was hearing his name. "We need to talk," Sera said. "There's nothing to discuss," Zayden said.

Two futures trying to occupy the same moment. I saw him choosing system. I saw me choosing them. Pain tore through my skull. Seren’s voice broke through. “Kairos, say your name!” “My name…” I gasped. The fork pressed harder. Merge. “My name is Kairos!” I shouted. The circle flared. Light exploded from the carved names. Silas and Mael joined instantly. “My name is Silas!” “My name is Mael!” Seren’s voice grounded the chaos. “My name is Seren!”

No one will care, she can only blame her mother's unfortunate fate. Near the crystal frozen river, there's a humongous and tall tree called 'sakura', the only tree that living in this place. Its big and long branches curved and twisted in an enchanting way were covered in a pile of snow. A group of crows flaps their wings and cowed on top of the large branches while watching the two kids busily covered the hole in soil using the shovels.

The three of them stiffened, shock flashing through their eyes. After a moment, Zephyr reached out, gesturing toward the other two. "I am Zephyr… and they are Cael Ardent and Lorian Crest. We all suffered fatal injuries in the past, so each of us carries… certain defects. If you have any orders, Alpha Seraphina, you may give them directly." I nodded, not asking further. Perhaps this body was simply too heavy. After eating my fill, sleepiness crashed over me, impossible to resist.

Chapter 22: The First Mark Silas Sydney raises her hand to quiet the pack again. "Now to our other announcement. As most of you have heard, I found my mate when I traveled to the Amaris Pack. Silas Youngblood is the third son of the Beta Youngblood family. The goddess has blessed our pack and me with a strong and capable Lumiere." The pack erupts in cheering. An Alpha couple insured stability for the pack, and heaven knows they wanted it.

I nodded at Olivia and Odin, and we slipped into a training room, closing the door behind us. “Oh. My. God. That’s Silas Crowhurst!” Olivia whisper-screamed the moment we were alone. Her cheeks were flushed like she had a fever. “He’s the second strongest warrior in school. And the second hottest—right behind our prince Ezra!” “I think somebody has a crush,” I drawled. She shot me a glare. “No, I do not, you idiot! I’m just… just saying, this feels like a dream. Silas Crowhurst interested in our lame team? That’s insane!”

She yelped as I bit back in and gripped the front of my shirt, her heart speeding up. "You're not going to kill her, are you?" Colsin asked me. "Sylar wants a fledgling~" I heard one of me purring. "We want a fledgling." "Oh... okay," Colsin said sweetly and kept the sulker close to him in his arms. He rubbed his back and watched me drinking from the girl with curiosity. "We just got our fangs in, wanna see?" The sulker asked and opened his mouth to reveal them. "Took us long enough, right?"

he roars up loud enough to make his voice reach even the hidden ears of children between and under the tall people. The low branch of the tree is no longer behind the king's head. The glowing round sun is making the crown on his glitter and his light brown face appears lighter closer to white. "Long live king, Thomas" hails the crowd in the consortium. Sound of whistles, wooden drums, and small ball stones striking in hand, rise in the air to the clear and bright sky. King steps down from the stone ring. The round glowing sun behind his head doesn't leave his company.

Sylis, of course objected at every turn but wasn’t about to throw her life away in protest of how that situation was unfolding. Some time later Cronus came through the door, this time alone and an audible sigh of relief filled the room knowing that Lyra was not going to intimidate us if only for a brief moment. ‘Ladies.” he acknowledged the crowd and flipped to another area of his clipboard. “When I call your name please move to your assigned table in the next room.”