Sylvia From Wander Over Yonder Novels & Stories

Ava whispered, while her eyes wander towards the forest around the house. Willow sighed at something that Ava had been hearing a lot of from the spirit. Wondering if it was much more than what was. “Now listen, girl. You have to realize that you have opened a whole lot of darkness, by falling in love with a fallen angel like Azrael.”

I pushed the beast back into the dark. As the sedan's red taillights finally disappeared down the winding gravel road, I stepped out of the shadow of the pines. I didn't head straight back to the guest suite. Instead, I turned and looked up at the massive packhouse. On the second floor, a soft yellow light spilled out from a bedroom window. Standing perfectly still behind the glass pane was a slender silhouette. Sylvia. She was looking down at the exact spot where the car had just left, her arms wrapped defensively around her chest. Then, her gaze shifted toward the treeline.

As for outside the company, Lydia doubted Sibyl had the capability. She wasn't afraid. Lydia refused to believe anyone could upend her world. What Lydia didn't realize was that this oversight would soon bring her a lot of trouble. At ten o'clock that evening, in the largest bar in Nova City, men and women were dancing wildly in the pit, while a woman, heavily made up and holding a cocktail, sat at the bar. Her gaze drifted lazily over the crowd, her expression one of boredom. "Sibyl!" At the sound of a crisp voice, Sibyl looked up and saw a familiar face—Sylvia, the doll-faced girl from Universal Conglomerate's secretariat. Today, Sylvia had come specifically to find Sibyl.

“Sylvia is the one truly fit for the role of Luna of the Moonshadow Pack. She has a strong wolf and has been trained to carry herself like a Luna since she was a child. Unlike Sophia.” My breath caught, but I didn’t flinch. Damon’s hand twitched in mine, his entire body tense beside me, but he still didn’t speak,honoring the silent promise we shared moments ago. Sylvia, who had been quiet until now, simply sat there,smiling. A slow, deliberate smile that made my stomach turn. She tilted her head and stared at Damon with a look that could only be described as desperate seduction. Like a woman used to getting what she wanted.

I had worn shorts and a top which still felt cold , since the north was very cold. “This would do the job”she says as she hands me a sweater. Thank you Sylvia nodded and then nugged at me and l followed her. I walked out of my room for the first time since I arrived in this pack and since it was late , I couldn’t see much but Sylvia was right ahead of me. Sylvia was the girl that Dylan had asked to look out for me , something tells me that she hated me but then she just had to do it . We have spoken a few words to the other since but I understand and I just don’t want to push it.

“I’m doing some travel photography, and that’s why I’m passing by. I’m looking for a place to stay for a few days. Do you still have an open room?” “Yes.” “Then, I’ll take it.” She smiled, and her face brightened. “Right, my name is Sylvia Henderson. What’s your name?” “Quinn Waverly.” The dying light of the sun made Sylvia’s shadow stretch out long behind her. She put her hand out. “It’s nice to meet you, Quinn.” Her grip was strong, and her hand had calluses on it. It was clear that she held the camera in her hands all the time.

“Sylvia, it’s good to see you again, sorry for making you our blood bank.” Sylvia blushed slightly playing with her fingers, she has a huge crush on Xavier, Nadia knows about it but promised not to say anything. “It’s alright, this is not a one-person fight, we are to help however we can.” They have just arrived in New Orleans and Nadia was drawing blood from Sylvia to finish the potion.

Even without the fences, those towering walls would have been insurmountable for someone like her, who was used to decades of comfort. Cynthia's brow furrowed tighter. Just then, Sylvia's phone buzzed. It was Sawyer calling. She picked it up calmly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. I'll come find you when I get bored. Focus on your own stuff for now." Sawyer said something on the other end, and Sylvia replied, "Okay. I'll take care of myself." Cynthia's gaze locked on the phone. So, Sylvia really did have a phone. How was that even allowed?

Nearby silently peered into the distance girl-werewolves. The second wave of the call came as they moved to the edge of the Valley of the Wind. An ominous landscape of dead nature just appeared before my eyes, and a clear order sounded in my head to turn off and head towards the border with Tinasa. Fast! Immediately! Disa and Lyubava twitched, hit the horses on the sides, and Elena with difficulty overcame herself and remained in place.

After settling down, Sylvia brought the kids and Aunt Tonya to Madam Carter’s room. Violet and Sebastian followed as well. The spacious room got lively for the first time. They were happy that Sylvia came back. They sat down and Aunt Tonya started asking, “Syl, tell me what happened to you in the past four months!” Sylvia knew they were curious, so she briefly explained, “After I fell into the lake, one of my old friends saved me and brought me to Coastrock City to heal. When I felt better, I returned to Westchester City and contacted Sherry and Violet.”