Vulcan Novels & Stories

My voice trembled as he applied pressure to my neck. "Looking for me?" Vulvan sneered, his words dripping with venom. "Did I ever say I needed to be found? We fucked, Zara, and that's it. Don't act like a devoted, loyal mate when that's not what we are." His harsh words cut deep, and I felt like I'd been stabbed through the heart. I burst into uncontrollable tears, but Vulvan didn't stop. He kept spewing his venom, each word a fresh wound.

I rushed over to them, smiling. "You're staying?" They looked at me oddly and replied," You're finally awake and have missed much." Davin patted my back. I raised my brow and he sighed. "The Phragmites detonated six of the twelve super volcanoes on earth. All of the Demirkan and Reptilian left. We are currently sitting next to I believe Jupiter," he mumbled sadly. I blinked my eyes a few times and ran to the wall looking for a window. I found a small foot by foot one and gasped at seeing the huge gas planet up close. Jennifer put her hand on my shoulder and smiled.

Elia collapsed, gasping for air. Derek caught her before she could hit the ground. “I got you,” he murmured, his voice softer now, the fury in his eyes briefly replaced with concern. “I got you.” But it wasn’t over. Not even close. The rubble stirred. Then, with a low, guttural growl, Magnus rose. His body trembled as he pulled himself from the wreckage, dark energy swirling around him like a storm barely contained. His gaze flickered, wild and disoriented, but still dangerous.

His strategy, however, was thwarted when not a single knife or string touched Dray's skin. "Next." Dray's voice could be heard. "Azure Dragons, Vulcana." Sssshh! Sssh! Every stride Vulcana took inside the ring was accompanied by the sound of sizzling. His body turned crimson as if it were burning from the inside, yet everyone knew it was a skill because of his placid countenance. As Vulcana surged towards Dray, the blade in his grasp burst into flames, conveying a burning aura. His entire body was now covered with cracks, and lava was oozing from them, making him look like a lava monster.

vivan said showing all his bloody teeth’s Start of flashback “Kay main yeha tumhare sath khel sakto hu (Translation: Can I play with you here)?” 4 year old Vivan requested 5 year old Ravan “Haa jarur ajo (Translation: Yes sure please come)” Ravan said showing most adorable smile as he and Vivan both started playing together, while they were playing one of Ravan mother loyal servant saw them together and immediately informed same to her owner ‘Suryakala devi’, hearing which Ravan mother got furious and immediately rushed out her son, seeing Ravan laughing heartily with vivan she harshly pulled him back and slapped vivan right across his chubby cheeks “thuje kitine barr jaha hai mere bête se d

His ferocious growl bounced off the walls, sending the rats scurry into their holes. Vulcan was a beast who knew no boundaries. He was more vicious, stronger, and crazier for Sienna. There was absolutely nothing that could stop him from getting to his mate, much less this prison. Vulcan gathered all his strength and struck a dank wall with his massive body. The debris slid down in heaps. Vulcan backed away a few steps and crashed back into the wall in full force. This time the wall shook. He struck the wall a few more times until it collapsed into a pile of bricks. The prison next to his was empty

Now, the Vanguard builds ours. Elias raised his hand. Through the deep sight, I felt the Sovereign tap directly into the fiftieth node—the supervolcano of Iron Crest itself. He didn't pull thermal voltage. He pulled the pure, kinetic vibration of the mountain. Strike! Elias roared. Ten thousand Vanguard wolves didn't swing their weapons at the water. They swung their weapons at the ground. Ten thousand heavy magma-iron axes, hammers, and maces slammed into the solid bedrock of the cliff edge in perfect, terrifying synchronization.

Therefore, then that wolvire can be placed into headquarters for tighter security. Signed, Rokan Allegro, Indonesian High Management ___________

I was thankful for the buzz that came on as it helped distract me from how awkward I felt in Luke’s presence. The late-August full moon was glowing above the lake, making the water sparkle. At least a hundred werewolves from our pack had come to say goodbye to Luke and a few of his fellow warriors who would be leaving on a mission the next day. It was a mix of older high schoolers, such as Lucy and me, and young warriors who trained and patrolled with Luke and his friends. Our pack was a community of about forty-five hundred werewolves located deep in the woods of northern Vermont, where humans didn’t normally venture, a heavily forested area surrounded by mountains.

Van Gogh, one of the junior colleagues hissed. "And you all claim to be experts!" Flying dragon bolted. "It is not time to yell and quarrel. We have to make physical enquiries and get to know at least one thing about that guy before we use the computer, typing random names and workplaces won't help us here" Lee, a Korean guy suggested.