Acotar Nyx Novels & Stories

James scowled, “I didn’t fuck it up Mikey… we just got-“ James didn’t get to finish his sentence before the Lycan punched him hard across the face, sending him tumbling to the ground. The Beta didn’t even get a moment to breathe before the Lycan grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up in the air with just one hand. James struggled against the hand tightening around his neck, panicking as his vision started going dark. The Lycan snarled at him. “Don’t ever fucking call me Mikey again, My name is Michael Blackthorn! Son of Cedric Blackthorn…. I’m the fucking heir to the Lycan throne! You’ll show me some respect else I’ll make you regret the day you met me.” Michael snarled at James.

she warned, more like threatened. I was not shaken though, I only folded my hands across my chest, a smug grin dancing on my lips. "Speaking of assignments, I think I'm all good in that aspect. I have done what I was hired to do. Nyx Uren is a hybrid, a combination of an Alpha werewolf and a great Sorcerer. Nyx is a were-sorcerer and the weight of her powers or capabilities is still unknown. She must remain under close observation until all about her unique self is revealed"

I wasn’t sure I had the energy for company, but I was tired of being alone with the echoes of screams. “Let her in,” I called. The door opened. Nyxara swept inside like smoke given form—black silk clinging to every curve, violet eyes bright in the hellfire glow, tail curling lazily behind her. She carried a small crystal decanter and two glasses. She took one look at me—curled small on the bed, Vuk’s shirt swallowing me whole—and her expression softened a fraction. “Thought you might need something stronger than tea,” she said, raising the decanter. “Infernal brandy. Burns going down, but it quiets the noise.”

Ok, yeah this probably wasn’t the best time to give Nate a blowjob. We had just found out that the biggest baddy that we had ever heard of was out and about again. And Nyx is possibly in danger. Oh, and there was the reminder that Nyx is still working her way out of Tartarus. So no, probably not the best time for me to give Nate a blowjob. But let me give three excellent reasons to give Nate a blowjob.

Then Bast's power rippled over her, a pulse of arousal that made her pussy drip and her nipples swell. Nyx groaned as Alariq ran the hardness of his cock up and down her breasts, teasing the hard bud of her nipples. "I hate to admit it, but you really are a hero. And I'm willing to let you fuck me to the moon and back. Nyx's teeth gritted as he fought to keep still. But her words released the strain, and he forced his hands down, out of his restraints, to grasp her arms. Alariq's voice came as harsh as a whip. "

Instead, she dove straight into the chaos—where energy fire was thickest, where panic bloomed first. That was new. She's confusing everyone. “That’s aggressive,” the second commentator said sharply. “Very aggressive.” Across the field, NYX had already taken a vertical lane, scaling a fractured tower with precise movements, picking off drones and harvesting resources efficiently. Syntax went the opposite direction, low ground, brutal, eliminating threats before they could organize. Then came the first scream from the audience. One player misjudged a jump. The platform beneath him shattered mid-leap, sending his avatar plunging into the abyss.

I pointed to the tarot cards on the table and said to NYX, "Something bad has happened in our pack recently... I want to know, is there someone behind this?" After listening to my question, Nyx was expressionless. She shuffled the tarot cards on the table. After rearranging the cards, she pointed at them and said, "You pick again." I chose five cards from the pile again and handed them to Nyx. "The first three cards represent trickery, chaos, and authenticity," Nyx said, looking at the cards and analyzing them one by one. "There are people in the pack who are up to something, who are trying to create chaos and want to replace a real one with a fake."

I smiled ironically. “How can I refuse the request of Luna?” She smiled, approaching and leading me into her tent. “By the way, my name is Nyxara.” “The bitch has a name.” I snarled. “Sorry, I'm not usually like this!” Laughing, Nyxara made me sit on a comfortable large cushion, grabbed two glasses, and filled them with a different drink. “What is this?” I was intrigued. “Your drinks in this realm are not as tasty as ours; please try them; they will make you feel light!” Smiling seductively, Nyxara handed me a glass, toasting hers against mine. “What shall we toast to?”

Didn’t kiss him. Ten minutes later: Rule Three: No flirting. I was trying to keep a respectable distance from people when Nyxara sauntered…I sauntered…past a group of guys in leather jackets. She let my gaze drag slow over one of them from head to toe, then smirked. The man’s eyes lit up. I shot Nyxara a mental glare so sharp it could’ve sliced marble. What? she said, feigning innocence. I was just admiring the craftsmanship. That jacket stitching was impeccable.

Thisbe raised her axe, sitting away from Kat for more reach, her javelin fastened on her back. Amicus flicked the ropes on Nyx, and the wolf set off towards Sygnus. Nyx ran like a true shifting shadow, exponentially fast and almost intangible. Her form kept shifting from pure black to white skeletal outline. Wind whooshed in Kat's ears. The wolf was moving so swiftly that her feet didn't seem to be touching. The air filled with sounds of battle cries and clash of weapons. Kat released Amicus as they got close to the crater, summoning her fire and containing it in her hands. The gravity of the void was impossibly strong now, its pull almost palpable. They were nearly at the rocky edge, going