Sylus Crow Name Novels & Stories

She ran her fingers through it, wading them back and forth delicately. “They each have a child with Syrus.” Rebecca had never heard the name Syrus before, but she already knew who she was referring to. The King of Crows. And the way she said his name seemed to hint that there was history between the two of them. She’d said his name softly like she were whispering to a dear lover, not someone who was taking advantage of her position. Rosie cleared her throat. “We see them from time to time. The children. Syrus keeps them away up North, far away from the populated areas.”

Elphame allowed a brief chuckle to rise out of her throat, “Agreed.” “How am I supposed to bond with the Eidolon, if I treat it like a tool? As far as I’ve seen it has complex thoughts and figured out a way for us to communicate. It may be a part of me, but it’s also a person unto itself if that makes any sense,” Warren finished talking. “I owe you an apology. Naming your intangible friend sounds like a great idea.” She stepped toward Warren and closed the gap by half. “Theria Sundew, engineer and mechanic of the Scald Crow. Are you joining the crew?”

We crawl on the ground until we are next to him, letting our body heat envelop him. After what seems like forever, Cory stands up on four legs and shakes his fur out. Well, not Cory, but Sylas. Sylas is as big as Aria, only surpassing her by maybe an inch. Where Aria has white fur with strands of gray, Cory has the most beautiful gray fur. I wonder if the strands of white are meant to complement our fur.

Everyone at the bus stop oogled at the vehicle, ladies eyed the car with flirting glances and guys stared enviously, Mark Crown inclusive. The car finally made a stop by Mark. Still transfixed, he continued to stare wide-mouthed. Then the side mirror of the driver's passager rolled down. "Mark-Crow!" Hearing his nickname brought him out of his reverie. He looked through the opened window. Recognition lits up his face. "White Fox!" "This is you" he seized up the car and glanced at him. "Come in, where are you going?" He inquired "Just around the corner"

These eyes, vibrant and expressive, gave glimpses into the depths of his soul — a soul that was a fascinating mix of fierce loyalty, compassionate leadership, playful mischief, and profound wisdom. Upon closer inspection, subtle differences in their appearances became more evident. Silas's complexion was a tad fairer than Shade’s, reminiscent of sand on a sunlit beach. The sun, with its golden fingers, often brushed his skin, imparting a radiant, golden tint that gleamed especially when the light caught it just right. Crowning his head was a thick, rambunctious mane of deep black hair, which frequently spilled over his forehead in a disarrayed fashion. These unruly locks occasionally obscure

Anna asked tentatively, "Miss, did you offend someone? People in the hacker circle said that they didn't dare to take your task because they were afraid of offending the crow." "What is crow?" Asked Mary Ye. "Crow is a code name of hacker. He is the apprentice of the top international hacker boss' S'. He is widely known as a big boss in the domestic hacker industry. But we don't know who crow is." Cary didn't know, neither did Mary Ye. She didn't even know who the real "crow" was. How could she offend others? But the person who wanted to see her make a fool of herself most last night must be Yuri !

Like how rivers sometimes flood, but rarely do. That same day, Machiv also found out that he was along the lines of Crux. He seemed mildly sad when he found this out, and after asking him he said he happens to be aligned with the smallest constellation. I gave it some thought, and I told him that it must mean that there's more in him than up there. Machiv seemed to disagree in his head, but simply smiled and said that's a nice way of putting it. Syl was all over knowing what Machiv's constellation was, and almost didn't find out what his own was. Eventually, we gathered Syl was Lepus, while Lu was Delphinus, the rabbit and the dolphin.

No, that couldn’t be possible. That alpha was known for being brutal and bloodthirsty. How was it even possible that the man who was driving me mad was him? "Listen," Trixie continued, ignoring my confusion. "Silas is a powerful ally for you. Especially with your wanting to reclaim your place in Caelum." Frowning, I continued to try to make sense of all of this. So this was what Silas meant when he said that he was a better choice. Even if Alphonze was supposed to be the greatest Alpha of his time, he was nothing compared to the snake of Crimson Tides.

The Golden Crow was the top branch of the notorious Bamboo Sword Sect, a name that struck fear into many. Those branches were named after the legendary beasts of Wyverna lore—the Golden Crow, the Aamene Phoenix, and the Roc—each one a symbol of power and terror. Youcef, the founder who had built that empire from the ground up in exile, wanted his forces to be as fierce and relentless as their namesakes. That guy, standing right in front of her, was none other than a top enforcer for the Golden Crow branch's boss, Kastor Dickey. The emblem on his chest left no room for doubt about who he was.