روايات وقصص ضمن Crowns Of Nyaxia Series

Aliana’s POV Nyla was a dragon! Her head was adorned with four sets of horns, and spikes covered her long, sinuous body. Her limbs were equipped with talons the size of short swords, and her head was the size of a buss. Her body rippled like liquid shadow, curling lazily around a stone arch as she regarded us with unblinking eyes. “Master,” she rumbled, voice deep and resonant, vibrating in my chest like thunder. She gracefully bowed her head to Dikaios, a strange serpent-like smile curving her lips. “You’ve finally returned!”

And she had come for Nyma. Then, as if drawn by a force even greater than herself, Nyma saw Lunara bowed. A crown of moonstone adorned her brow and head similar to the one single-piece moonstone Nyma wore around her neck. Both had same glint and power in them. Yet felt like moonstone paled before the Goddess's eyes—her eyes were everything, that was set on Nyma. Pools of endless cosmos, swirling with the birth of stars and the death of worlds. They held wisdom beyond mortal Nyma's comprehension and the cruelty of her destiny written in their depths.

“She knew Valak would never give it to you, and in her eyes, you’re the only one deserving of it.” A small smile spreads across my face, sitting the crown on my forehead. The Nairn crown fits perfectly against my forehead, and it swirls into an intricate design downwards and rests between my brows. An amethyst crystal, sitting in the middle. Theia gasps, “wow.” I smile just as Henry announces, “w-we’re here.” I don’t think he meant to stutter, but I can feel the tension bleeding of wolves, so thick I could cut it with a knife, and the Qusayr makes their presence known.

"Let's see what the King's inner circle is really made of." They collided like thunder. Nyx was fast, faster than anyone Saeris had seen move, and strong enough to hold her own against a creature three times her size. She ducked under a swipe of claws, came up inside his guard, drove a blade toward his ribs… The Lycan twisted, taking the hit on his shoulder instead. Jaws snapped toward her throat. She threw herself backward, rolling, coming up in a crouch. They clashed again. And again. Nyx was good. Damn good.

The silver markings beneath her skin flared violently bright. Cassian unwrapped the object slowly. A crown. Black silver twisted into sharp moon-shaped points. Ancient. Terrifying. Beautiful. The second Kael saw it— He froze. Completely. Cassian’s gaze locked onto him. “You recognize it.” Kael’s expression became dangerously unreadable. “No.” But the denial came too slowly. Too uncertainly. Cassian lifted the crown slightly. “The Shadow Crown.” A violent pulse shot through Lyra’s body. Suddenly another vision slammed into her mind—

The hallway outside was crowded. Servants whispered excitedly, and elders smiled among themselves. The door opened, and the pack healer stepped outside. His face was brighter than I’d ever seen it. “Congratulations, Alpha. The Moon Goddess has blessed the pack. She is carrying your heir.” He announced. For one heartbeat, the entire world became perfectly still. Then cheers erupted around me. The elders clapped each other on the shoulders. Servants laughed through happy tears. Warriors lifted their fists in celebration. “Our future Alpha!”

Two foxies immediately jumped on them, each placing themselves on Jai and Darrion’s thighs and making themselves comfortable. “What are these creatures?” Jai asked, patting the foxy that was lying on his thigh. It looked like a mix of a fox and an axolotl. It has the body of a chubby baby fox, and three pairs of protruding furs that are different in color on each side of their faces. The body fur is pure white while the three pairs of furs are green in color. “They’re very cute.” The dragon smiled and took the other foxy into her arms. “These are Grenyas. They’re the predictors of weathers. If there’s a storm coming, I will not open the portal for them to play outside…”

“To rise, you must burn. To rule, you must bleed.” Nyx’s POV — Ashborn Path, Second Trial The obsidian mirror loomed ahead of me, tall as a tower, smooth as still water, and twice as cold. My name was carved beneath the reflection in letters too sharp to have been chiseled by hand. NYX LUMINA GRAY Daughter of Flame and Storm Fell before the Second Dawn I stared into it. My reflection stared back—smaller, quieter, afraid. Not the version of me that fought shadow beasts or survived the first Phoenix Trial. This one looked like she was already fading.

Ice explodes through their cores and they collapse, frozen and dead. “Hands!” Rowen shouts, light pouring from his palms as he heals the frostbite numbing our fingers. Askalaphos just stares, stunned. I shake out my hand and run for the door. “Let’s go!” Inside, Nyx is screaming in pain, curled in a massive jet-black bed, her raven hair soaked with sweat. Her face is flushed, exhausted—and stunning. “Nyx!” I shout, rushing to her. Alexander, Rowen, and Askalaphos close the door behind us. I hear Persephone urgently telling us there’s no time—the baby is crowning. It has to be now.