Crowns Of Nyaxia Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It landed near Xaren’s boot, catching in a crack between two stones. A flicker of motion drew Xaren’s eye. He crouched quickly, plucking the parchment from the ground. It was small—folded tightly, stained with blood at the corners and smudged with dirt. His gaze lingered on the seal for only a moment—Nyxorian black wax, unmistakable, deep and glossy black, bearing the unmistakable sigil of Nyxoria: the snarling head of a black wolf with a serpent curled through its fangs. He turned the note over in his hand, a chill crept through him and his heart tightening as he rose to his feet.

“The corridor… another mile…” “Don’t speak,” Lyra said. “You’ll be okay.” But Nyra shook her head. “I’ve seen that creature before. In my dreams. It was bound in chains, but the chains were voices. Old, whispering voices. It’s not just a pet.” Lyra frowned. “What is it then?” Nyra's eyes fluttered. “It’s a host.” Then she passed out. Riven cursed under his breath. “We have to go. Now.”

“I know.” A small, breathless smile curved his mouth. “And I love you too,” she whispered. Below them, the lake caught the light and held it, and the forest around it carried that warmth inward—through root and stone, through corridor and heart—until it reached the quieter halls of the palace, where another choice waited with equal patience. Corren stood alone in the Hall of Roots, the Verdant Crown resting upon its living pedestal. It was not forged by fire but shaped by time—wood veined with gold, leaves eternally green along its arch. The chamber smelled of earth and rain, ancient and steady.

Crown HUD (quiet, ancient, satisfied): Ninth Piece Acquired: Winterglass Crescent Crown Integrity: 9 / 47 New Passive Unlocked: “True Reflection” → Illusions and mind-control effects reduced 80 % on you and allies within 50 m Active Skill: “Mirror Step” – 2/day, step through reflective surfaces (30 km range) The barn dissolves into soft, harmless snow. We’re outside again under a sky turning rose-gold with dawn. Ana kisses the bloodstone on my forehead—now visibly brighter, nine tiny lights orbiting the center diamond. Ana (soft): “Thirty-eight still wait, copila mea.

“What else would it be?” Cassian tilted his head. “Pressure.” Nyx glanced at him. “Pressure for what?” His eyes drifted toward the towering academy walls. “For Briarcrest to see what happens when its two best weapons start thinking for themselves.” Nyx looked back at the scoreboard. The glowing crown Briarcrest had placed on their heads. Her smile returned slowly. “Well,” she said. “Let’s give them something interesting to watch.” Cassian laughed quietly. “Oh,” he said. “I think you already have.”

The very air grew thick and hostile. “Run!” I shouted. “Toward the howl! That is where she is!” We charged through the chaos, fighting the forest every step. Luna stayed close to me, her small size actually advantageous in navigating the dense undergrowth. After what felt like hours but was probably minutes, we burst into a clearing. And there, standing in the centre, was Nyx. She was magnificent and terrifying. Larger than any wolf should be, her fur silver but streaked with black corruption. Her eyes glowed silver, but were threaded with void purple that pulsed with malevolent energy.

With a thoughtful smile, she ordered the servant, “Bring out some cashew nuts and almonds.” Little Tally cheered, “Almonds!” It was too late for Naya to say no as a small plate of almonds appeared before her. Gabriel scratched the back of his head while saying, “Enjoy.” Naya stared at the nuts then looked at the people of the Onyx Pack who only had ten members. The strange feeling she had earlier slowly returned, making her gaze soften slightly. The mainland that she thought was full of atrocities… Perhaps, not all of them were like the Crimson Stone Pack and West Wood Pack…

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

Stepping past her, I walked toward the altar and released my pressure without restraint. In that instant, every werewolf present, including her, dropped to their knees, unable to resist. "Open your eyes and look carefully." I glanced down at her from above. "Who told you it would be those three competing for the throne? "The one who will step onto that throne is me. Seraphina." Camilla’s face twisted slightly at my words, her eyes burning with jealousy. When I withdrew my pressure, she gritted her teeth and spat out one final threat. "Stop bluffing! Our capital is building a new civilization. Once winter passes, I’ll personally lead an army and crush your filthy den!"

one breathed, voice reverent. “Good,” another replied. “That saves us the trouble.” Nyxara lunged. She fought not as a woman, not as anything resembling a human, but as a creature of legacy: all bone and claw and fury honed by generations of survival and loss. She snapped one collector’s neck and felt the resistance, saw the bones twist and knit themselves back together, wrong and unnatural. She shattered another’s arm, watched the flesh reform, as if time itself bent to their will.