Sylus Crow Name Novels & Stories

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.”

It was like a surreal scene, the four of us frozen in a moment of shared expectation, each of us carrying our secrets and doubts. Alpha Gerald called me over, I walked up, a mix of nerves and duty. He pulled me into a light hug, and I returned it, trying to hide the lingering tension. Then, Gerald's focus shifted to the man from that intense night. "Looks like you two have already met," he said, calm as ever. His eyes flicked between us, a quiet intensity in his gaze. He introduced the guy as Silas, and the name carried a weight I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Silas, meet Hyacinth Clausen, she is the daughter of my soon-to-be Luna, Kendall Clausen." The formality of the introduction clas

I shifted out Silvy after realizing that continuing would just make the situation sadder. "OMG, this is such a surprise to me! Really?" As Lynede saw Silvy sitting quietly, her pupils enlarged; however, she then froze, "Keira, hold on a second, your wolf seems to be Superior Wolf! It's clear that what I've previously read in literature about silvery white fur being the rarest of the rare. And look at her purple eyes, this is definitely right. God, Augustine will live to regret this." Lyndede's eyes lit up with vengeance.

Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes. While running away from the Cerberus, Suyi suddenly slipped and hit her head on the trunk of a tree making her already staggering vision more unstable. The beast quickly stood in front of her with its mouth open, ready to devour her. Closing her eyes, Suyi grabbed the hilt of her sword and stabbed the creature before her before she fainted. Bob immediately vanished and appeared before the injured beast, his half silver and half black hair that was as silky as silver threads swayed along with the cold wind while his

The crowd parted for them instinctively. One had hair like burnished copper and eyes like frostbite. Another stood with arms folded across a broad chest, silver rings gleaming against dusky skin. A third leaned against the gateframe with a wicked smile, a crimson sigil embroidered on his collar: a fang through a moon. Bloodveil. Silas. And then there was the last one.

My voice shook with the same intensity as my beating heart when I asked, “Wh-Who are you? H-How did you get in here?” He said nothing. Only stared with a dangerous intensity that caused a shiver to run down my spine. I forced down the lump in my throat, my body too frightened to do as I wish. “Sylphiette Crowe,” he spoke, finally. His voice was low, dark, and rough with something crazed as he said my name and… my maiden name. Not Winters— the name I was mostly known by after I had married Cassius. One thing was for sure though, whoever this man was, he wasn’t normal. A wolf perhaps… or maybe, something more dangerous and he knew who I was.

Serena looks at Crow, who shrugs. “It’s the truth, Sugar.” Crow says, looking her up and down appraisingly, “You don’t call me that. Ever. I’m a mixture of Blood-Witch and Bone-Witch, do not piss me off. I can kill at range.” Her eyes flicker black for a second, then back to their normal blue. Crow looks shaken, and only nods. She turns back to Eliza, with a look of concern. “She should be waking up… Forgive me, Sis.” She slaps her sister in the face, hard. Eliza starts, and tries to punch her attacker. Serena dodges, “Hey, woah there, Eliza Girl. It’s me.” Eliza stills and looks at her,