Acotar Nyx Novels & Stories

"My lord?" Nyxar turned his gaze toward the bleeding face of the Blood Moon. "That exact pathetic emotion is why Arcturus managed to defeat me all those centuries ago." His crimson eyes narrowed into lethal slits. "And that is precisely why I will personally erase every single trace of it from this world." He stretched out a massive, clawed hand into the air. The surrounding shadows violently swirled together, rapidly condensing into the shape of a colossal, monstrous wolf made entirely of living darkness. Its massive eyes burned brighter than a raging inferno.

He spoke, and f**k if she didn't get wetter from the sound of his voice. The baritone was raspy and familiar, but she couldn't place it. She wasn't sure she had met him before, if not she would remember, right? "Hello-?" She replied. She didn't know who he was. "I'm Aaron, Alpha of the Nyx pack" He answered, chuckling softly. "Hello, Alpha Aaron," Mia replied, bowing slightly, then straightened. "I was informed you wanted to see me Alpha, so how may I help you?"

“My beloved.” Cold washes over me as Nyxara steps from the shadows like a nightmare taking shape. She looks divine, terrible, and furious all rolled into one. Her gown looks like it was woven from the night sky, and her eyes burn the same violet shade as my wolf’s, except twisted into something cruel. “Get away from him,” I snarl, pulling Kael against my chest. Nyxara smiles. It’s the kind of smile wolves make before biting. “Oh, little wolf,” she purrs. “You think you can keep what belongs to me?”

Packing her bag, Nyx stood up and stretched her back a little more as she left the office for the day to head home. Nyx stared down at her phone with her brow furrowed in concentration as she played her RPG game, when suddenly she bumped hard into a firm chest. She glanced up muttering a quick "oh, sorry" before her eyes focused on the devilishly handsome face that was glaring down at her with an irritated look. She had bumped into Mr Lycon, of all people, the devil himself!!! In a panic, Nyx dropped her phone, which hit the floor with a loud clatter, making the other people around them turn around in curiosity. She felt her cheeks flood with colour in embarrassment as she fervently wished f

she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your bitter, cold coffee or the taste of your lips?" Nyx retorted, his voice dripping with darkness and gravel. Athena's mouth twitched involuntarily, a mix of surprise and self-consciousness crossing her face before she quickly concealed it. She wasn't prepared for his blunt remark, the unexpected sharpness of his words.

I immediately went over to the rooftop and I can see Nyx getting off of her Airbus H225 Super Puma helicopter. I immediately run towards her and hugged her then broke down crying again. "Hey, Katana im here it's ok. I'm here it's ok." Nyx soothed my hair calming me down. We went inside, my house, Nyx made me some hot chocolate for comfort. We're sitting on the sofa, as I tear up. "Hey Katana, what happened??" Then my tears started to stream from my eyes again. "Sh-she cheated o-on me Nyx. I c-caught them having s-sex on her office." My voice started to crack as I remembered the scene from Hecate's office.

A gasp tore from my throat, transforming into a low, powerful huff as Nyx took the reins. Nyx shook out her fur, stretching her large, powerful limbs. Unlike normal wolves, Nyx was massive, nearly the size of a purebred Alpha wolf, and her coat was a striking, midnight black with a single, snowy-white patch directly over her chest. But the most defining feature was her eyes vibrant, glowing violet. "Goddess, that feels amazing," Nyx howled silently in my mind, her paws digging into the dirt. She took off like a shot.

"LONG LIVE THE LYCAN KING!!!" Normally I'd bask in that. Usually I'd grin, throw a wave, maybe flex a few muscles for dramatic effect. But not this time. Not when the image of a girl with messy, midnight hair and stubbornly bright yellow eyes kept elbowing its way into the front of my brain like she owned the place. Nyx. Filthy as hell, bruised, starving, shoved in an attic like a shameful secret—and still beautiful. Not the dainty, polished noble beauty. No. She had the kind of beauty that survives fires and walks out of explosions.

Alpha Lachlan abruptly answered. “Alpha Lachlan!” Alpha Mikhail screamed in smothered anger, teeth clenched. He felt disrespected. But when he glanced on the big black wolf whose stares and furs had engraved a lot of memories on his heart, he know instantly the disrespect doesn't came from Alpha Lachlan. “What is this Nyx?!” He stared at her and then beckoned an omega. “Oh, fuck! Give her something to wear and Beta Mellow too,” he added noticing there are two Wolves on his sight, wet and tired.

(Am I clear? (Crystal.) I mutter between my teeth. (Good Girl.) He says and lets my chin go. (Can you at least tell me who you are and what do you want?) I say. (My name is Austin and as for what I want, well money of course.) He says and, smirk. (Okay Austin, if money is what you want then give me a phone and I’ll call my mate, he is an alpha and can pay you good as long as you do harm me or our pups.) I say trying to negotiate.