Fawn And Nyx Novels & Stories

I asked. “Vampire King.” Nikolai turned to face me. “He wants us to help you with the girl,” he said sitting down. “Unless of course, you are good.” “I am fine,” I said sitting down. “But since you’re here why don’t you help me with the wolves, they are more of a pain in the ass than the girl is.” “You already know we cannot help you with them,” Wayne said. “But we can have some fun while we’re here, we cannot kill anyone though. But accidents do happen.” he smiled.

the elder announced, raising her hand, “by the power vested in me by the Moon Goddess and the Royal King, I declare you, Nyx James, Luna of Ironclaw Dominion Pack and the Queen of all Luna's.” He sliced her palm with a silver blade. She let out a sharp cry of pain as he squeezed the wound. Blood dripped into a silver chalice held by Beta Aaron. Kyo followed, slicing his own hand. But the moment his hand touched hers—something sparked. A jolt of energy surged between them. Nyx cried out and collapsed to the floor, fainting instantly. Kyo rushed forward, but the elder raised a hand. “Don’t touch her.” Everyone gasped.

~ALPHA KNOX Proud, arrogant and needy, I never have believed those words could be used in the same sentence until I met Nyra. She was the true definition of a proud but needy wolf, only her arrogance made it easier for her to operate with those characteristics. She had grabbed onto me like I was some prey. At first I was a bit amused when she walked towards me, dragging my shirt closer to her chest and taking my lips into hers. She still wouldn't say the words out, stating the fact that she wanted my cock so badly and that I was on a different level compared to all other members of the Bloodfangs park. She had earlier stated the male wolfs in my park weren't so talented in satisfying the wom

Especially power. But a plague? A magical sickness? This was far beyond petty jealousy or court games. This was genocide. A soft whimper reached my ears. Nyx. She stood in the tent doorway, rubbing her eyes, a stuffed wolf clutched against her chest. Zephyr peeked from behind her legs with mussed hair and a sleepy frown. “Good morning, Mama” Nyx said. I forced a gentle smile. “Morning, my love.” Zephyr watched me with eyes still droopy from sleep, his small fingers rubbing the sleep from his cheeks. They sensed tension even when they didn’t understand it. Both of them had inherited that sharp, instinctive intuition.

We camped at the edge of a dead town—empty buildings, windows staring, tumbleweeds rolling through ghost streets. I sat on the truck’s tailgate—Aiden—watching Aria practice in the yard. The faint wind swirled as she controlled it gently. Sixteen now. Tall, strong, beautiful like Nyx. Silver-gold hair loose in the wind, gray eyes like a deep, tired storm calling power from far west. Nyx stood beside me, belly round—nine months, our third pup heavy, kicking. I felt it faintly. The land hurt here. Her hand squeezed my thigh, gentle but scared, a mother’s fear deep in her soul. Always the pups. Always adventure pulling us west.

“My beloved.” Cold washes over me as Nyxara steps from the shadows like a nightmare taking shape. She looks divine, terrible, and furious all rolled into one. Her gown looks like it was woven from the night sky, and her eyes burn the same violet shade as my wolf’s, except twisted into something cruel. “Get away from him,” I snarl, pulling Kael against my chest. Nyxara smiles. It’s the kind of smile wolves make before biting. “Oh, little wolf,” she purrs. “You think you can keep what belongs to me?”

I feel the little shiver it evokes and smile. Everyone knows what we've been doing; of course, they can smell it on us with Fae's heightened senses. But fawn doesn't have a clue. Cassia looks like she's ready to commit murder. But, on the other hand, the pixies look excited, like they can't wait to rag Fawn about it and the Nymph trio look proud of themselves. They must have helped her decide which dress to wear. I smile. The Nymphs have earned a reward. I'll have to think of something.

The second I cleared the doors, I shifted. Bones cracked violently beneath my skin while black fur burst across my body in seconds. My massive paws slammed into the ground as Nyx fully took control. As Alpha Kings, our wolves towered over regular alphas in size and strength. Nyx stood nearly double the height of most wolves with dark black fur that blended into the night itself. Power rolled beneath my skin immediately. “Zayden,” I linked sharply while sprinting through the forest. “Location.” Static crackled briefly before my beta answered. “Onyx and I are already here. Damn, brother, they came prepared tonight.”

Adrian says. "You know me through your blood," the paranormal says. "I am Nyx. I am the first apex predator. And I am here because your roar woke something that should have remained asleep." The room goes absolutely silent. Even the paranormals I thought were intimidating look afraid. "What did I wake?" Adrian asks.

His eyes glowed amber in the torchlight. Nyra met his transformation with hunger, thumbs brushing his fangs. “Yes,” she breathed; “beast of mine.” Urhan’s claws trailed fiery marks down her thighs. She cried out as his hips thrust faster, harder, each movement sending ripples of ecstasy through her. Their moans echoed off stone. The firelight flickered over their entwined bodies, shadows of wolf and woman merging. Urhan’s roar rose to a howl as he spilled into her, his hot seed driving her over the edge. Nyra trembled, her walls clenching, power surging from the threefold bond, igniting every nerve.