Typhlosion Novels & Stories

SWISSSHHHHHH "Four element fist, azure dragon fist! Die, you bastard!" "You bastard, you want to attack me again, no! Devil's fist swallows the world," BOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM

I commanded and without any delay, Ty burst into his Dragon form and flew into the gloomy, dark skies to search for his whelp. [NOTE TO THE READERS: Whelp means baby dragon just like pup is for dogs and wolves. Thank me later for saving your time for a g****e search :P] The rain matched my mood as tears streamed down my face. My mate and pups …. I could not afford to lose them. I would die ! Oh Moon Goddess, please protect my family. Please don’t let Claire’s words be true. I don’t want to be late. “How could Claire harm Zara ?” Ty mindlinked as he pushed himself to fly faster against the stormy winds and falling rain.

"Tyrel!" Tyrel raised his arms, their bond flaring bright, creating a dome of golden fire around the pack. The air burned with divine clash: Chaos against Order, Hell against Heaven, Pride against Judgment. The Tree of Life shook. The roots split open and the light and darkness entwining with each other like serpents. Sloth opened one eye, murmuring lowly, "Well. this escalated quickly." Lucifer turned, his voice a growl of fury and command. “Caius, Sloth, hold the line. Tyrel keep him anchored!”

My eyes burned, the familiar blue mixed with streaks of violet, glowing like molten stars. I spun my hands through the air, conjuring a cyclone of wind and fire, pulling the remaining rogues into its merciless storm. Their howls filled the night before fading into silence. But just when I thought it was done... He came again. Tyron. Dragging himself from the dirt, his body burned and battered but still relentless. His gray wolf form—grumpy, wild, brooding—charged toward me, refusing to stay down. But I was done playing. I lifted my hands and unleashed everything.

A loud growl escaped M2's lips. He did the same thing to the other nipple, before dragging the tail down to his abs. Slowly, he traced each line, leaving traces of water on his skin. M1 leaned in and used his tongue to lick the water on M2's skin. Like that, his tongue came down to the lower torso and stopped at the v-shape of his upper hips. Longing for more, M2 moaned loudly. “Fucking do it, now,” he urged M1.

I can tell that she’s screaming, but no sound is heard as she slams her fists against the invisible barrier I erected to keep her screams muted within her prison. Our bodies swell, and the ground shudders as we repeat the enchantment. The Creator’s light swirls around the scriptures carved on the ancient seal. “It is time,” The Creator’s booming voice reverberates across the enclosure. “Pour the blood and let there be woe to all of the inhabitants of heaven, earth and hell. Heaven and Earth shall burn; Fire and flame will consume them. The sea will enter the land, all structures will crumble, and the stars and all pantheons will fall. Let the dragon rise!”

Yosef-hyung ordered. “There is Bacchus, he’s bald with a moustache. He’s the one in charge of them. Atlas, tall and dark with long hair. Then Minotaur, muscular but short. Another one is Cupid, a pretty boy with red hair. And lastly, Pegasus. He has a scar on the forehead.” Tristan stated. “It’s funny that their aliases goes along well with Olympus.” Miko joked. Yosef-hyung glared at him and he kept his mouth shut. He continued typing on his laptop. “Got it, hyung.” He said.

A blood moon hovers in the night sky, an ominous sign that the manananggal is just lurking nearby. Legend says that when a moon like this appears in the sky, the bowels of the earth would open and release these menacing creatures from the deep. The manananggal according to mythology, is a half-bodied naked woman with the wings of a bat, razor-sharp teeth, and a 5-foot tongue that acts like suction to draw the blood out of the victim's body. The wing is so large that it spans at least 8 feet from tip to tip. To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood.

I don’t know what happened but the next thing I knew Jasper was being held against the wall by his throat. His legs dangled helplessly as he made gurgling noises. Arion had him by the throat. I watched helplessly as fur began sprouting along his arms. His fangs elongated and I could tell he was close to shifting. When he spoke, his voice didn’t sound at all like him. Gone was his gentle soothing voice and in its place was the feral snarl of a monster.

She turned to the man the little girl had referred to as Grandpa. He was indeed a grandpa with white hair and all. "We will have to move to the small Mansion at the Eastern border." The man said with a small smile. The lands were divided into four different parts. The Nalish, Naborta, Bathon, and the strongest of all...Viscoria. Viscoria unlike the other lands was ruled by a cruel lord, Lord Wolfarine. Little Beatrice looked up at her butler. Even at a tender age, one knew who ruled the Eastern Border.