Novel & Cerita Crowns Of Nyaxia Series Order

“Not that.” The creature dove, landing on the tarmac with a heavy thud that shook the ground. Its feathers shimmered, its wings folding slowly. It was huge, its eyes bright and cold. “The Nyxal…” Elias muttered. “But I made sure I hunted and eliminated all of them while they were in their long sleep centuries ago.” It stared at him once, then turned to me. In its claws, it held something wrapped in an old cloth. It dropped it gently at my feet and spread its wings again, letting out a short cry before flying off into the night.

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

NYXORA I am Nyxora, daughter of the fox king. I am a princess with a good education. Marrying the alpha king Nightbane has been my dream since childhood. I’ve loved him for a very long time with all of me, but he didn’t know. He only knew me as Nyxora, the arrogant princess. So when my father broke the news to me, I was surprised and excited because I never thought he would let me marry a werewolf.

She looks down at the name tag, blushing even more fiercely. Chapter 1.21 Barking Spiders, Xoxo Nyx

Jade watched in silence. Ceynol felt a sudden weight press down on him—Crown was deliberately making themselves heavier, testing his strength. He nearly laughed. His child was already challenging him. Truthfully, Crown did weigh a lot. But he wasn’t about to admit that. “I want to see one more thing before we go!” Crown exclaimed excitedly. “What is it, baby?” Jade asked. “The Paromola macrocheira!” Crown pointed toward a giant crab-like creature that resembled a monstrous spider.

Nyxoria announced clearly so everyone in the room could hear, "I crown you, Nasaria, as the High Queen of all the supernatural kingdoms. You will rule in my place from this day forward." Nasaria was so shocked that she actually stumbled backward slightly, reaching up to touch the crown on her head like she could not believe it was really there. She has been fighting for this crown since and then Nyxoria just… "What? No, wait. I do not understand," she stammered. "Why are you doing this?" The council of elders were also murmuring among themselves, equally confused and surprised by this turn of events. No one dares to argue with her.

Azrael’s eyes were pure murder, horns pulsing like hearts. I smiled again, fangs glinting. “Sorry. Clumsy me. Still recovering.” Nyxara exhaled hard through her teeth, frustration etched in every line. “That’s it. I’m going to scout ahead. Alone. You two stay here and… try not to kill each other. We need all hands for tonight.” She grabbed her twin blades from the pack—curved, wicked things etched with runes that hummed faintly—and strode off into the blinding morning light, tail flicking in annoyance.

I spun behind just as she reappeared, slamming my elbow into her temple as I let out a fierce growl. She dropped, rolled, came up bloodied but smiling.“Finally showing your teeth, Queen,” she growled. “I was beginning to think you didn’t have any.” I exhaled slowly, letting Nyxara fully bleed through. My eyes turned obsidian silver, my claws extended to their deadliest length. “It seems like you are jealous that your gender is an Alpha and you’re not. You want the crown?” I whispered. “Come take it.” She screamed — and the air erupted.

She looked up at the apocalyptic rift, at the massive hand tearing through our reality, and her eyes changed. They weren't the violet-gold of my First Crown. They turned completely, blindingly white. A pure, unadulterated anti-void. "You are too big to fit through my door," Nyx said. Her tiny voice didn't echo, but it cut through the deafening roar of the battle with absolute clarity. She raised both of her small hands toward the sky and brought them together in a sharp, clapping motion. CLAP. The sound was small, but the effect was catastrophic.