Romans & histoires Crowns Of Nyaxia Series Order

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.

A faint glow pulsed like its own heart beat a shape, curved mark that was glowing beneath the sleeve of my leathers, a mark only seen that I have only seen in books. The Lunar Bond. She looked up. Across the table, Aeryn Valecrow met her gaze again. In that moment she felt terrified and unafraid at the same moment. Nemphis did not like it but craved it all at once. She pushed forward even more.

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…”

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.

“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.

“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.

Kael She solidifies slowly. Not in shadow this time, but in flesh. Nyxara stands before me exactly as she did before the end. A crown of darkness rests on her brow, her eyes look like fractured starlight, and an expression carved from something colder than mercy. She does not look defeated. She looks patient, and that is terrifying. More than the Game ever was. “You’re not gone,” I say flatly. Her lips curve faintly. “No.”

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!”