Acotar Nyx Novels & Stories

“But I need to see Nyxar. Alone.” Kane frowned. “You’re still..” “Please.” He hesitated... then nodded. Nyxar sat sprawled across a windowsill, drinking from a wine bottle he’d likely stolen from the kitchen. His tattoos shimmered faintly in the afternoon light, but his expression was distant. Reflective. When Lyra entered, he didn’t move. “You saw it,” he said, not turning. “You finally saw what she did.” She stepped forward slowly. “You were there.”

Nobody wanted to stick around for the calamity, except Nyx who had done more for her than most people ever dreamed. She had been out of state the year of Bram’s surgeries and during her surrogacy, attending an Ivy league school on a full ride. Now she was a forensic accountant working for a company who saw through the goth clothes, dark make-up and tons of piercings and accepted her for the incredible asset she was. The fact the CEO of said company for the last year had been ruthlessly trying to take her to his bed was Nyx’s only complaint. He was a billionaire, gorgeous, smug, and arrogant with a brain to rival hers but according to Nyx, he wore white briefs. She had seen them in his overni

Nyx pulled away, her chest heaving, her eyes wide with desire and regret. "I can't do this," she gasped, her voice a delicate mixture of longing and determination. Nyx took steps backward, her conflicting emotions flickering in her eyes. Summoning all her strength, she mustered the courage to speak her mind. "Atlas," she whispered, her voice trembling with sadness and caution. "I fear that when it's morning, you may regret this moment, this vulnerability between us."

Nicki crinkled her nose, “Besides; tall, dark, and handsome isn’t interested in me. He’s fire and I’m ice, we just don’t mix well.” “Mhm.” Tyra nodded slowly, not at all convinced. “Rae’s most powerful element is fire, and Atlas is the High Lord of the Water court. If anyone can attest to the fact that opposites attract, its them.” Nicki stuck her tongue out in Tyra’s direction when she was pulled away by none other than Micah. He gave me a warm smile and promised to catch up shortly. As the two walked away, his hand hovering on her lower back, something almost wistful crossed Nicki’s eyes.

Ace cooed but his touch was aggressive when he yanked me down and spun me around. Sliding a hand over my spine, he had me leaning over the ledge with my eyes fixed on the busy street below. Everything looked tiny from up here. Every person down there was so oblivious of what was happening up here. Even if they looked up, the glare of the sun would obstruct their vision. Ace's long fingers cuffed the back of my neck to hold me in place while his other hand skimmed over the waistband of my tights, "Not going to take my time with you. This is going to be hard and fast baby."

She winked at him. A lazy smirk played in his lip as he dropped his wine glass on the table, and took hers too, dropping it beside his on the table. And then she was pressed against the window, as she reflexively gripped his shoulders. "I'm extremely attracted to you Brooklyn, you drive me fucken crazy and you don't even know it."She bit her lip as she gazed into his eyes. She felt like it got way hotter in the room, and if someone didn't put on the air conditioning real quick she was going to combust. His hand ran over her body griping her hips, molding her soft ass. His eyes were filled with lust as he brushed his lips against hers, teasing her. She moaned softly, before she gripped his sh

He held a tall staff that glowed purple light. "What's the deal Spiro, why are you doing this," Nyx growls, waving his hand around the darkness. "Nyx, really, using your father's real name," he tsks, shaking his head. He scowls down at him and raises his hand, producing a ball of purple light, and quickly pushes it into Nyx. My eyes widened and I clutched my chest at the coldness that spread through my soul. I brightened my light and warmed it, pushing it away from me. Panicked, I look at Nyx and see his eyes are black and black tattoos are now on his face. Spiro is laughing heartedly.

Nyxara awaited us in a chamber of mirrors, her form a perfect inversion of the goddess: raven-haired, eyes twin voids, lips curved in a smile that promised annihilation. *"Little Vessel,"* she crooned. *"You've brought me a gift."* Her gaze locked on my mark. *"The Anchor. How... delicious."* --- **EDEN'S POV** The fight was a blur. Nyxara moved through the mirrors, her touch unraveling spells. Mom's starlight clashed with her shadows, each collision spraying acid-bright sparks. Rhydian lunged, his mark flaring. Nyxara caught his throat, her fingers sinking into his skin. *"You taste of Thalassar,"* she purred. *"Let me *relieve* you of that burden."*

ARIA “Get something different. You ordered the same thing last time.” “And you judged me then too. Besides, the last time was a long time ago. I'm allowed to crave this again.” I laughed at Nyx’s aggravated expression, taking a slow sip of the pumpkin latte. Nyz stirred her tea lazily, her black nails tapping the handle of her cup. She looked like a bored cat. A gorgeous, bored cat. And I was still hung up on how I would tell her about Xander. He was in hell, and he needed a hand out of it.

I watch the pure delight of spotting me washes over their faces as they move towards me . Nyx has something behind her back and I am so focused on getting to Shivia I pay no attention . As I stalk towards Shivia I see Nyx go to throw something at me but Myst’s black panther flys from the side and bites the hand clean off a now screaming Nyx .