Vulcan Novels & Stories

He was a calm ocean, untill you rise a tsunami in it. And the day it happens, he is the worst nightmare of any human being out there. Gulping, my body shivered seeing the dead body on the floor, the blood making me gag again and that's when it comes all out. I vomit in the bucket beside me, letting out the acid in my stomach. To only have Volkan approach me, his legs in my vision as I breathe heavily. "Get ready Thora. You are going to be my biggest pawn in my game of revenge."

The blackness continued to rise above her neck and to her cheeks. “Yes, he’s gone, you did it,” Vulcan wiped away a tear. “You did a great job.” Uriel chuckled, trying to raise her hand to touch Vulcan’s bearded face. “Your eyes,” Uriel paused. “Look like my mom’s.” Uriel choked on her words. Her head rolled back, unable to hold the weight of her head. “Uriel,” Vulcan took his other large hand, cradling her head to his chest. “That’s because I’m your half brother,” Vulcan’s voice cracked. Uriel’s faint, forced smile had her eyes dimming eyes brighten for a moment.

Vulcan was wary but he knew that if Jordan decided to take him back to his cell or kill him, he would have no power to stop him. “Jordan, listen to me-” “No, you listen to me. You have made enough mess by trusting that witch who I don’t if she is a witch or anything else. I have an offer for you and if you agree then I will help you escape.” Vulcan’s breath was coming out ragged. He clenched his fists. Without his power, he wasn’t sure if the man was actually tricking him or telling the truth. But he had no choice here, did he?

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

It looked like a heart, and as it beat, the very walls of the mountain seemed to throb in response. ​This is the Vulcan Seed, Ignis said. It provides the pressure that keeps the Poison Sea from boiling over. It provides the heat that keeps the North from freezing. But it is dying. The Owners’ harvesters have been draining the core for centuries, and the tectonic balance is failing. ​Can we fix it? I asked, looking at Silas.

“I know you are hurt but it is not in our tradition to weep for the dead. It calls for a celebration instead because your Aunt Rhea gets to meet mother gaia.” Violet held Rhea's hands and flinched at how cold they were. In the past, there were so warm.. “I'm sorry, aunt Rhea.” Violet whispered. “I heard from the warriors that a man with blonde hair and green eyes killed the queen.” Violet felt chills erupt on her skin. “He is popularly known as Poison.” Violet looked at the distaste in Lilly's eyes and shuddered. “Mother—” “—Did you call the queen's killer your friend?”

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

Vulcan answered him while laughing at him. Fillip couldn't take the jokes anymore; he had to shut him up one way or another; he had grown tired of his bickering and name-calling. He picked up the pointy shard of glass, and before Fillip could realize what he was about to do, he drove it into his neck. Vulcan's eyes lit up in surprise while he gasped for air. He placed both hands on his neck, trying to stop the bleeding, but all his efforts failed as the blood kept gushing out.

the smith chuckled, then he excitedly sent forth his arms again. Suddenly, a great pillar of lava burst out from the volcano. “What are you doing just standing there? Come help!” the smith yelled. “Throw your metal into the pillar! It’s the heart of the volcano! It’s heat is immeasurable! This is the only thing that can melt your metal!” the smith continued, signalling for Zephyr to move.

Vulcan growled, blood smeared across his muzzle, a testament to the slaughter he had just unleashed. The monsters rumbled as one, a low, collective snarl rising from their throats as they surged toward him. Vulcan didn’t wait for them to close the distance; he charged to meet them head-on. His jaws snapped and tore without pause, ripping through flesh and bone, each strike relentless as he carved a brutal path through the oncoming group. At that moment, more wolves emerged, clashing fiercely with the monsters. They overpowered them quickly. Vulcan didn't waste much time and continued on his path,