Fawn And Nyx Novels & Stories

“Why do you have horns?” She chuckled—a sound like a tomb opening. “Because I am not just a wolf. I am Nyxara. What clawed its way out of their sins. What they buried in fear and prayed would never rise.” The sky dimmed. Clouds bled shadow. “These?” she whispered. “Carved from the first god I devoured. Etched with his last prayer. Forged in marrow soaked with betrayal.” Her voice was rusted iron over bone. “Wolves bow to the Moon.

The fishnet stockings, leather shorts, chains, and graphic t-shirt probably had the kid ready to hide under the kitchen table. She gripped Famke tightly as she saw the woman approaching them. “Precious, I want you to meet someone special to me. Remember when you asked me what I spend my money on, and I said I bought the black nail polish to go out with my friend? This is my friend.” “She is your friend?” “She sure is, my best friend. Her name is Nyx. Nyx, this is my friend Precious.” Nyx squatted in front of Precious and smiled wildly, “it’s nice to meet you Precious. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

After all, Nyx would frequently roam in the Netherrealm when she was busy during the day and return with some beneficence after the first few times. Nyx might've been petit, but it had a way of summoning spirits to its cause. Taking advantage of its seniority as a spirit, it even founded and led a foodie group-buy club to make some profit for itself. If anyone wanted to gather news about supernatural affairs, Nyx was the go-to choice of information hub. Homer gasped sharply. "The revenants work?" "Sometimes, they did provide for themselves." Aria chuckled. "I have a handle on your concerns, Mr. Bond. I'll accrue more beneficence to offset the bad karma."

His Lycan was larger than mine, with dark hair and burning bright red eyes like mine. A raw, commanding force rolled off him—it was the unmistakable weight of standing in an alpha’s presence. Ragnar growled low and circled me. It wasn't a threat but a challenge. First one to catch an antelope wins, his voice echoed in my mind—rough, deep, laced with amusement. Nyx snarled in response, tail high, eager. You’re on, she replied, launching forward without waiting. Nyx didn't check the direction he had taken. She followed the scent of the nearest animal she perceived.

“Shadowfang.” Nyra immediately shook her head. “No.” Both Alphas looked at her and she swallowed and then repeated herself. “No.” Draven looked wounded, only for a moment and then he hid it. “You would be protected.” Nyra laughed sadly. “Protected?” The word hurt and Draven knew it, his face tightened and Nyra looked directly at him. “I was under Shadowfang protection when my life fell apart.” There was silence and pain flashed across Draven’s face, real pain and he looked like he wanted to argue but he couldn’t because she wasn’t wrong.

"Hi, I'm Ares." "Hi," Nyx almost breathed out, not even able to get out her words properly as she shook Ares' hand dreamily. "I'm Nyx. Milli's best friend." Ares turned toward us. I saw Nyx behind him fanning her face and breathing out an inaudible, freaked out, ‘oh my fucking god!’ at me with wide eyes and almost jumping on her feet. Ares turned his attention back to us, and I could feel his gaze on me.

Arya suddenly remembered something and hesitated before asking, "You both know about Nyx from the Dragonfang organization, right?" Lysander smiled. "Of course, we know her. Nyx is the most feared martial god assassin in all the Wastelands. Come to think of it, she's changed so much. She once visited our Lomuia, and we thought she'd become an angel and join us."

“I know what you are probably thinking. I banished him, but you both know as well as I do that he is skilled in the art of war and he probably would have seen all this a mile away. This is his area of expertise and we are lacking in it.” I had ultimate control, my pack trusted me, but we all had our strengths and we needed him. I look at Neah, “He won’t come near you!” I was trying to be reassuring, but it came out as an order. She bobs her head at me. “Nyx said she will kill him if he tries anything.” Her answer is deadpan and both men cock their eyebrows at her “Who the fuck is Nyx?” Eric demands. “Nyx,” I mutter, “Is Neah’s Lycan.”

Shadow snarled beneath that anger, eager to turn around and tear through every mile between them and his territory. And Nyx stood at attention, a little bit torn. Because she considered Myles and Derek her people, too. They were already connected, already formed a packlink, even though they weren’t technically from the same pack. But Nyx made up her mind, and paced restlessly inside her, tugging her focus back to the dark stretch of forest ahead. “We can’t go there now,” she said quietly. Zeke’s gaze snapped to hers. For a second, she thought he would argue. His pack was just as important as her father. Then he looked back at the trees.

"They aren't flesh!" The Stalkers multiplied. Ten, twenty, fifty of them rising from the lawn, surrounding the pack. The Lycans were the most apex predators on earth, but you cannot bite a shadow. "Marcus," Nyx said, standing up from the fountain. Her dark eyes weren't just black anymore. They were swirling with the same violet starlight that crowned her mother. She didn't look afraid. She looked annoyed. "Don't move, Princess!" Marcus commanded, stepping between her and a rapidly approaching Stalker.