Crowns Of Nyaxia Series Novels & Stories

Kael and his friends gave a closer look at the sovereign that had just paid them a visit. Nyx wore a flowing black robe, its hem pooling around her feet. The garment's dark folds seemed to swallow the light, adorned only by a delicate silver crescent moon at her throat. Raven-like fingers grasped a twisted wooden staff, her long, dark hair cascading down her back like the night sky. “You look glorious, dear goddess.” Sky said, as he bowed in reverence. “Ahhh… the Gamma, well, thank you, Sky.” Nyx said. Turning to Seris with a serious look.

"I just hope you can forgive us." I want to spit at her, to growl and tell her what a foul beast these three drakaina are, but as soon as my mouth opens, a large disk of clear stone with inlaid gold wire in intricate webbing is placed between my teeth while a pair of spectacles with the same stone is placed just over my eyes. It is translucent enough to see through but everything is now blurred in milky white fog. Like the crown, the sensation is cool and smooth, almost calming.

“An old statue. Dark stone, shaped like a coiled serpent with a bird’s head. It gives off this powerful kind of contained energy. Our scholars are too busy and occupied to research. Ravenna thought your knowledge of rare magical objects might help us understand it.” He kept his voice neutral, just as Darius had instructed. Nyx’s lips slowly curled into a chilling smile. It wasn’t warm. It wasn’t friendly. It was the kind of smile that made Dalian’s spine tense. She stepped back and opened the door wider with a sweeping gesture of her hand. “Come in, then,” she said smoothly. “It sounds like your questions are far more interesting than the usual nonsense about pack politics.” Inside Nyx’s cab

Covering its left eye was a mesmerizing swirl of mana that shimmered like liquid silver, adding an air of mystery to its already ethereal appearance. Its eyes were violet, bright and intense, glowing with an energy that seemed almost alive. Around its forehead was a crescent moon surrounded by droplets of water, as if the heavens themselves had marked it. The symbol pulsed faintly, emitting a power so overwhelming that it made my knees tremble. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I was in complete awe, drawn to this creature in a way I couldn’t explain. And then I heard it. “Lynexia… Lynexia… Lynexia…”

Her lips curled as her voice cut steady and sharp. “That’s where you have it all wrong, sister. You call her a brat? A child fumbling at claws? You know better. You know who she carries within her.” Dina’s smirk faltered, just for a breath, and Shina pressed harder, eyes gleaming. “Don’t you dare pretend ignorance with me. That wolf that burns inside her flesh…” Shina leaned forward, each word hot with certainty, “is no ordinary pup. She is Nyxara. The goddess’s own protector. The war cry you mock? She forged it herself, in an age when your name wasn’t even whispered in nightmares. She was the shield of clans, the dread of your kind, born from the most feared pack that ever walked the earth

Betty’s hands trembled slightly as she fastened the clasps at Emilia’s back, and Emilia couldn’t help but notice her nervousness. “Relax, Betty,” she said gently. “You’re doing well.” Betty blushed, nodding quickly. “Thank you, Your Highness.” Once she was dressed, Matron Isla gestured to a silver circlet resting on a velvet pillow. “Shall I place your coronet, Your Highness?” Emilia hesitated, the sight of the intricate piece making her stomach twist. It was beautiful, but it felt like another layer of distance between herself and her old life. “No,” she said softly. “Not today.”

But I wasn’t done yet. I stepped forward, my gaze never leaving Cassandra’s face, “Is that so?” My voice was even, deceptively casual. “Strange. Because I’ve seen that exact same shade under someone else’s nails before. And it wasn’t powder then, either, it was more on the road of you know… Poison. Smells the same as well.” I shrugged, “But if you say it is, then it is powder. My name is Nyx, it's so nice to finally meet you after hearing so much about you, Cassandra.”

She looks down at the name tag, blushing even more fiercely. Chapter 1.21 Barking Spiders, Xoxo Nyx

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

Their furnace-eyes scanned the courtyard, locking onto the violet aura of the Obsidian Vanguard and the gold-and-sapphire glow of Kaelen. "They are the hunters of the Void," Nyx said, his voice a low, rhythmic vibration of fear. "They were built with 'Anti-Shadow' marrow. Our blades won't even scratch them." Silas looked at the warriors of the pack. They were standing their ground, but their faces were pale, their scents sharp with the metallic tang of impending death. They had just found their voices, only to be faced with the ultimate silence. He looked at Lyra. She was standing in the center of the ruins, her obsidian crown glowing with a violent, rhythmic pulse. She wasn't looking at the