Crowns Of Nyaxia Series Order Novels & Stories

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?"

The elder approached with a crown that seemed to pulse with its own inner light, diamond work set with stones that looked like trapped flames. "With this crown," the Elder lifted the crown, ”I Derek, 4th member of The Order, name thee Luna Aquamarine of Theriakon Pack, protector of the realm, keeper of the ancient ways and Primus Alexander's fated mate." The crown settled on my head, and immediately I felt a rush of something within me, just like when I touched the staff earlier, but this time, I felt fire flow from the tip of my hair to the sole of my feet.

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

~Astrania~ 'Nyx, he's having me grab your old battle plans. I hope you still remember them.' She walked into her office and opened the second drawer of her desk. Inside were dozens of files in tabbed folders. Her fingers danced from one letter to the other, everything was alphabetized. "S for strategies. Here we go. Hmm... I think these will do." She pulled out two graphs, each with calculated military movements. 'I've grabbed two. Hydra's Head and Snake. I hope you remember them.' Nia closed the drawer and walked out.

Yet the whispers tempted escalation, painting visions of unbound crowns: ancient artifacts, void-touched amplifiers designed for diads like ours, buried in the abyss's deepest veins beyond the collapsed undercrypt, beckoning with promises of power unbound if claimed with heirs' essence. A final devour awaited, one that could either crown us eternal or shatter everything we'd forged. I stirred first, flames banking inward protective as I traced the sharp line of Alexander's jaw with a fingertip, a violet spark jumping playful across his stubble, eliciting a low, rumbling growl from deep in his chest that vibrated through me like distant thunder.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

Sardonyx invoked gold and red magic around her body. “Fair enough.” Scott snored. The vampwolves sprouted talons from their hands, fangs from their teeth, and blood red pupils in their eyes and a lost for battle as they stormed at each other to see who would claim the medillions. “ You want them so bad? “ Sardonyx smiled. “ Come and get them .”

My father watched Keran and Nyx head into the room side by side. "I hope you all finished with your meal before wandering around and ending up here. I only came to test a crown theory," I announced to the growing crowd. The unseelie king grinned and tilted his head. "Elf crowns are the same as the unseelie but yours lacks the sticks that are in mine and Roisin's,'' he said simply. I smiled and nodded as Chance held me to his side. Chance growled softly and I felt the shift. I waved both my hands and pulled everyone into the room under my shield as green shards of energy rained down upon us. Nyx simply snapped his fingers and opened his hand and the individual responsible stood before him loo

She seemed completely unaware of his eyes on her and muttered to herself, “Once I’ve made it big, I’m definitely buying this Bone Phoenix.” She was pointing at a semi-transparent spherical object. Inside, silver liquid flowed, and within it lay a curled mass of soft bone. It was a specialty of the Aesir tribe. In the eyes of the Aesir gods, its status was comparable to that of our Golden-Winged Dragon. Though I felt thoroughly disgusted after looking at it, once I saw the price tag and purchase rank, I understood Xiya’s desire.

"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.