Acotar Nyx Novels & Stories

"Thanks, I think." She walked over to her sister. "Now~" "Now." Abby and Kali tackled Nyx. "You need to be full." "Full what? Full of air would be nice, I can't breathe!" Nyxie flailed. "Help!" Erys laughed. "Oh, my hero." "You need to be full abyssal. Right now, you're partial because Hades was partial and it's bothering us," Abby replied. "…No flowers!" "But it'll be so pretty!" Kali protested.

The moonlight barely pierced through the towering pines, but the clearing was alive with a sinister hum of power. Three figures stood in a perfect triangle, cloaked in deep forest-green and black, their faces pale as bone beneath the hooded shadows. Nyxara stepped forward, her long, talon-like nails grazing the shaft of the ancient bow slung over her back. Her voice was cold, commanding, and sharp enough to cut the silence. “Summon him,” she hissed. “The Watcher. The girl cannot be allowed to wander free any longer.”

Nyx dressed in black and memorized the route. The sublevel smelled like metal and cold stone. The room she entered was smaller than the one she’d found before, and intimate, deliberate. A round table. Three chairs were occupied. One empty. Celeste Whitmore sat to the left. Across from her, a man Nyx didn’t recognize, the older, eyes sharp with calculation. And Alaric. “Sit,” the man said. Nyx did. “You’ve disrupted projected outcomes within your first twenty-four hours,” he continued. “Impressive. Reckless.”

Orion mutters under his breath, “Great. Just what we need—an uncontrollable Lycan with a god complex.” “So, what do you suggest we do?” Nero asks, his voice tight with frustration. “We need to find him,” Arkyn says, his tone grim. “And when we do, we need to make sure he understands the consequences of his actions. I’ll handle Legacy, but we need to work together to stop this before it’s too late.” Nero exchanges a glance with Orion and me, and I can tell he’s not thrilled about the idea of working with Arkyn. But we don’t have a choice. Legacy’s a threat, and we can’t afford to ignore it.

"They aren't flesh!" The Stalkers multiplied. Ten, twenty, fifty of them rising from the lawn, surrounding the pack. The Lycans were the most apex predators on earth, but you cannot bite a shadow. "Marcus," Nyx said, standing up from the fountain. Her dark eyes weren't just black anymore. They were swirling with the same violet starlight that crowned her mother. She didn't look afraid. She looked annoyed. "Don't move, Princess!" Marcus commanded, stepping between her and a rapidly approaching Stalker.

Nyx opens the door swiftly, her dark skin turning pale at the sight of Atticus and me. ”Excuse me,” Atticus looks down at her, his face expectant. Nyx’s shock shifts to rage as she stands aside to let him pass, her eyes never leaving him as he carefully sets me down on my bed. “Be a dear and make sure she gets enough food and water. The doctor wants her to stay off her feet as much as possible.” Atticus orders Nyx. She looks like she is about to start screaming, but she takes a look at me sees my pain, and releases her anger in a long breath.

She was naked in under a minute, spread out on the wide oak table she used for tarot readings. Nyx hovered over her, half mist, half man. Tendrils pinned her wrists and ankles gently but firmly. One thick, cool shadow slid between her thighs, parting her folds and rubbing slow, slick circles over her clit. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “All that fire wrapped in such soft skin.”

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

“Kael Blackwood is a threat. His pack’s been sniffing around my territory, stirring up trouble. I need you to eliminate him, and the Crescent pack will crumble before me.” Nothing with Viktor was ever simple. I shut the folder, leaning forward. “And after this, I’m done. You’ll tell me who my mother is and where I can find her.” His gaze flicked over me for a few seconds longer. “You have my word, Nyx.” I snorted. “Your word is worth about as much as this chair.” I stood, tucking the folder under my arm. “I’ll do it. Where’s he at?”