Crowns Of Nyaxia Series Novels & Stories

Having so many voices inside your head at once can be daunting, especially if you don’t know how to block them out. ‘Welcome to the pack, beautiful.’ ‘Thank you,’ She whispered into our mind-link. Once Anja was back with me, I turned and retrieved the crown of the Queen – one my mother wore once upon a time. The crown I wear is large, platinum, and engraved with wolves howling to the moon. Anja’s is smaller and encrusted with white and clear jewels, perfect for my mate. Goddess, it makes her lightly tanned skink glow! As I placed it upon Anja’s head, her eyes closed for a moment, allowing the crown’s power to fill her veins.

The King got up from his throne and walked towards me with a light in his eyes. “Luna?” He asked me. I looked at him wide eyed and in shock. “M-my name is Nyx Aurora. I was raised on Earth.” I said as he came a few feet from me. “Earth?” He said with a gasp. “Tell me everything.” I told him almost everything but only up till I put on the crown and necklace. “Can I see the Crown and necklace?” “Sure,” I said as I pulled it out of my purse. It shone in the light and made the moons stand out.

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

she muttered to herself before striding out of her chambers with purpose. She wasn't surprised to see her cousin besides Vyr. Nasa was wearing a beautiful purple gown and her pink hair was let down, her smile widened as Nyxoria approached them. Nyxoria wasn’t surprised to see her cousin, Nasa, standing beside King Vyr as she approached. Nasa looked radiant in her flowing purple gown, her long pink hair cascading over her shoulders like silk. Her smile widened smugly, a clear indication she was about to make some snide remark.

“You don’t inherit power, Eirwen. You dig it out. You pay for it in full.” Somewhere deep in the stone, auxiliary systems groaned and disengaged. Locks released with a hydraulic sigh. Eirwen stared at the shard—no longer glowing, just a chunk of metal, heavy and real. “This isn’t a crown,” she said, voice low. “It’s a key.” Domenik stepped forward, his presence closing in, not touching, but claiming the ground between them. His words were a warning, edged in steel. “And keys get stolen.”

Silver hooks stuck out the tips. She kept the mask on. It wasn’t leather but some other material that showed no indication of where her nose began and cheeks began. It blurred out the image into a black shape. All Mia could make out was those exotic eyes gazing back at her from one large hole that went from the corner of one eye to another. She’s either with Xavier or Jax? “Who are you?” She said again. “I’m Nyx.” She sighed. “I’m Mia.” “Why does Jax need help?” She stalked toward her but left four feet between us.

He said break it, full stop. So I looked down at the heavy blackened iron ring clenched in my palm—the Lycan crown. Then I looked at the expanding fissure in the center, the one splitting everything open. Hundreds of feet beneath, a river of boiling, toxic green magma churned and roared, the raw magical core of this badlands nightmare.

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."*

The driver clicks to open the door and moves a bit to the sides. Dark red heavy shoes with a sharp point in the front land out of the gate on the ground. A light brown surcoat over a golden and white tunic sways out with a tall and wide man. The golden crown shines brightly on his head. Light brown skin with a darker shade of brown beards is under the green eyes.

Wrapped in darkness so complete it hurt to look at directly, crimson eyes burning like coals. Nobles screamed. Guards drew swords. Sera actually stumbled backward. "How interesting," Nyx said. His voice rolled through the room like winter given sound. "The General thinks he has a claim." Kael's hand went to his sword. "You have no right to be here." "I have every right." Nyx's attention was fixed on Jay. "Prince Jayvyn carries my mark. My energy flows through his second meridian. Tell me General, can you say the same?"