Typhlosion Novels & Stories

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.

[Deadly Tentacle Attack]: Shapeshift a deadly and long tentacle to attack an enemy. [Abhorred Abomination]: As your existence is abhorred, you have a passive fear-inducing aura around you that terrifies any enemy that has ill intentions against you. They were quite a lot of Skills…

“I've never seen such a creature in our clan. Perhaps it’s merely tainted.” This outright denial was understandable. Tyron didn’t want to acknowledge the hideous beast as part of his lineage. As Adrian contemplated, he clenched his fists tightly. “Heavenly Body Training Art!" he shouted as he charged forward, his massive fist extended. The monster brandished its grotesque tentacles at Adrian. They were covered in black mist and unknown fluids, evoking a sense of discomfort. However, Adrian pushed aside any hesitation. His fist radiated golden light as it swung down at the monster with relentless force, aiming to destroy the creature.

Tahr She'll return soon. She is mine and will not be able to stay away. Plus she has nowhere to go. I will give her this time of adjustment because I need time to think too. I'm still in shock that she transcended. Even more so that she's yellow. It makes no sense. She should be silver like me-majestic silver to represent the royal silver dragons. Bastian's mate is red and Laryn's is blue-end of story. Or it should be. My mate is yellow.

Recalling a peculiar encounter in a white room earlier, where he had noticed an individual who stood out due to their height, Stallion's anger grew. He had wanted to confront that person, but a vital meeting had intervened, preventing him from doing so. Stallion recognized the urgency of the situation, considering the capabilities of Queen and Shawn, who had managed to infiltrate his residence. With his plans in jeopardy, Stallion called upon someone he believed could assist – the police chief. When the police chief answered the call, Stallion urgently conveyed, "My residence is under attack, led by Shawn Diesel and Queen Scorpion. I need them apprehended and brought to me. Deploy your best

Her claws were clenched as she imagined how those claws would tear up that bitch’s flesh into small piece and she sucked all of her blood. Sonya smirked. “Taste my blood? Don’t ever dream about it…” She smiled in her cynical smirk. Claudia, The Wehr, raised her hands. “We command both you the cursed souls leaving The Sacred Land…” She spelled something and her hands started to emerge a typhoon. It twirled bigger and Sonya tried to bring her fire within the typhoon. Luka screamed in a shrieking tones and in a few seconds she disappeared. The typhoon started approaching the place where Richard was standing still. He let the fire typhoon burning him.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Xavier held her back rubbing his hands and slipping to her waist. Anger surged within me, “You'll never get away with this." They laughed. "Oh, but we already are." I felt immense power surging within me, one which I had never felt almost like I was about to explode. Nyx growled my claws springing out. Their gaze dropped. “Xavier, what is happening?” Veronica asked in fear. “Go!” He yells out to Veronica. Their words made me angrier as I pulled harder on the ropes, the strange feeling getting more intense.

The tyronimic howled loudly into the dark, atmosphere - which only attracted the attention of beasts of other species that ululated, wailed and yowled their response in return, making the atmosphere more mysterious and unearthly. The tyronimic turned its four ugly heads slowly left and right, scanning the cheerless horizon but seeing other creatures - Yellow, glowing eyed Yalipers, Yaghions with detachable body parts and other strange creatures. They were not of interest so the tyronimic didn't turn as much as a horn to them as it searched desperately for where its preys had gone all of a sudden.