Kingsglaive Nyx Ulric Novels & Stories

He greeted his mom as he got nearer to the table, "I will be quick, would like to borrow Nyx for a moment." "Sure." She said and immediately she clapped her hands together and vanished, now that was unexpected! She left leaving me alone with Lycus and I wish I could vanish with her too so I wouldn't have to face him. "Nyx." He called and I looked up at him. He was dressed in a royal regalia which I had never seen before. He had a golden crown atop his head, an ornamented knee length coat adorned his body which was paired with black pants just like the color of the coat.

He puffed up his chest a little,tilted his head arrogantly and flicked his hand downward, summoning his staff that somehow looked decidedly more threatening than it did before. "I am Ulrik the Finder,and I will have you know that no one, barring Glob,ruler of Opa has bested me in a fight.You shan't be kicking me,but I will give you a fair chance" he answered.I swear his voice went a couple octaves deeper. Must be all the testosterone he's trying not to choke on.

She said in shock. “Hello Rain. I’m so happy you are well,” Kylie stated happily. “You were made into a rogue?” Rain asked, hurt by the thought that her best friend had been banished. Just a year ago, she had been at Shadow Academy with this beautiful girl as her roommate. “I am now. When Alpha Leo returned from his trip months ago, he told us how he killed you for betraying the pack. He accused me of being an accomplice and exiled me and my entire family. I’m just happy to see that you are ok. Jackson found us after we were exiled and told me that you would be returning to us. I can’t believe it. You really are the Ultima Alpha,” Kylie said with tears in her eyes. She walked up to Rain and

“So this is what our king offers to the wolves.” He turned to the group behind him. “You see this, brothers? This soft little thing? This is what our king thinks can stand by his side.” A rumble of cruel laughter echoed around the circle. Ulric’s gaze pinned me again. Cold gray, sharp as frostbite. “Tell me, girl — have you ever held a blade?” I swallowed hard. “No, Captain.” “Good.” His grin was all teeth. “You won’t last long enough to dull one.”

Some say the rogues are just a plague, a fluke of bad luck that happened at the worst time, when our packs are weak from the drought. But I've seen the bodies they leave behind, mangled and ravaged and twisted in ways that defy explanation. I've watched my own packmates dragged from our walls, screaming, only to come back as something else entirely. Something dead-eyed. Something hungry. Something that remembers us well enough to hate. The Lycan King is real. His rogues are real. And I can't — I can't be a tribute to him. I can't be marked for death and sent north to become one of those things.

Sylus set his cup down slowly. "I'm afraid my men aren't enough to take on them" Father dropped his cutlery, looking at him fully. "The seven ancient pack is strong... only the Lycans can defeat them" "Yes, Father. No one challenges the power of the Lycans, especially the King," Nyx said, staring directly at me. "Nyx will be mating with the Lycans' King soon enough. That will strengthen our alignment and help you fight them off," Father added. I looked at Nyx, and I could see the pride written all over her face. But I wasn't here for her.

Wolfsbane acts like acid in our wounds and will continue to eat at her flesh to keep her from healing. "Get back, give Liliana room!" Jonathan pulls me back and shoves Ulric to the side, forcing him to hold Alana's hand. "I'm sorry Lana, I'm so sorry," Ulric sobs as he bends in half to kiss her forehead. "Don't be, I protected our queen." Alana coughs and her hand slides down Ulric's face, leaving a bloody hand print.

Egon grinned, “But there is. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you stay seated.” Harou looked back at the lycan in defeat and worry and I giggled in my mind. This was sort of coming for him and Egon’s been waiting for a chance. *** The outline of Ulrich’s body glowed for a few seconds every time the nymphs finished their chanting and after a few hours they finished their work and he was out of the cradle, healed to the point, it looked like he hadn’t gotten injured at all. Magic sure is nice… “It was nice to meet you all but I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave.” Yohan seemed apologetic while he talked to us.

"Exactly, it’s not a done deal yet so it means I still have a chance to–" A menacing growl that shakes the building reverberates from Roy and his powerful aura swirls around us. "Prince Ezran. I'm not here for games." "Come on man. Look at his face. Don't provoke him…" the dark brown-haired male says, his eyes on me. "Hey, little one. You must be special for the Lycan to be this possessive of you." His purple eyes glow as if he's trying to see through my soul and I push myself into Roy's body, my heart pounding. Something tells me these two are very powerful and dangerous beings and are not to be trifled with despite their playful nature.

the man called. Lord Leikos took a sceptre from the slave and walked to us, bowed, before he handed Nik the sceptre. It was again made of gold and had a crown-shaped handle. The crown was decorated with different sizes of diamonds, and in the centre rested a blood-red stone. Which most definitely was not a ruby. Nik held it from the top part and rested its end on the ground. After that, he took another sceptre from a female slave and handed it to me. It was a much more delicate and feminine version of Nik's.