Kingsglaive Nyx Ulric Novels & Stories

Under the ground of Alex's bedroom, there were several people tied up with chains. What. the. actual. fuck.... My heart was beating fast and my feet was stuck to the ground at the same time. "Please help us...." One of them muttered weakly. I noticed that they all had the snake tattoo on their arms. "Who... What...." Words were totally failing me because of the shock. Of course the man I met, who is hot as hell, gives great sex and makes me feel safe, is a psychopath who has a secret underground room where he tortures people.

Through my blurry gaze, I saw him stepping over Alpha Grayson, which earned a lot of violent and shocked reactions for disrespecting him. “We beg for your forgiveness, your highness. We failed to recognize you.” Whispers from the people I grew up with reached my ear. “Is that really the second prince? I heard he's apathetic and ruthless, but why does he seem so playful?” “Don't let that fool you. Lycans are a lot stronger than werewolves and he can crush our skulls with bare hands.” “I heard he's killed so many, so you better keep your mouth shut because he can hear you.”

the oak aura around him intensified. The Lycan aura radiated like a fine mesh, both a silent challenge to Marcus and a declaration of protection for her. Marcus's eyes locked onto the intertwined hands of Kelsey and George—a sight that stung like a splinter in his vision. His cedar Alpha pheromones surged violently, casting a chilling oppression over the venue. Even the crystal chandeliers above seemed to shudder. Expressionless, he raised his paddle and declared in a voice as cold and clear as ice that echoed throughout the hall, "One hundred million."

The man who was watching her walked up to her, picked the bags and they went back to her house. The nymph was awake by then. “We’ve got the bounty,” the man declared. He threw the bags on the floor and looked at the beggar. Five minutes later the old woman was dead and thrown in the pit she had made in the backyard. It took another five minutes to cover her with soil. Her gun was thrown inside her grave. The man returned to the nymph and said, “Take us with you to Uzgolith.” “Nyka is going to shred you in pieces,” she snarled at the man. He was an Ullean from the kingdom of Xomor—a dark elf who was bound to protect his queen.

A couple of minutes had passed since the Lycan King had entered. I could feel my heart pounding hard in my chest, my palms getting sweaty. Suddenly, the silence was broken by the Lycan King's booming, deep commanding voice. "You may all rise now," he ordered. Following his command, I and the other maids gradually raised our heads, then stood up to our full heights. As I looked at the face of the two men standing in front of us my heart skipped as it came in contact with my step brother. He looked at me with absolute disgust and hatred and I couldn’t help but feel pain in my chest.

“We start by finding every operation the Syndicate has in Europe. Then we burn them.” “And then?” Xavian asked. “Then we find the Silent King. Then we remind him why you don’t create weapons that can turn around and shoot you.” Nyx felt the weight of that statement settle into her bones. She was a weapon. She’d always been a weapon. But now she was a weapon that had a choice in where it was pointed. The question was whether that choice was going to save them all or destroy them.

“What a pleasant surprise I must say.” I stepped forward and when Tyler tried to stop me, I smiled at him to be calm. “Hello, Sir, I am Gwendolyn Mcgregor and I am the wife of King Ashton which makes me the Queen of the Lycans. I and my partner have come to speak to you about the recent kidnap of one of us. We don't want troubles ju_” He busted out laughing loudly, cutting me off in a rude manner. “You,” he pointed at me, “are the Queen of the Lycans? The wife of the very man we seek?”

Ulric complained “Ulric I am a Lycan with purple eyes and a white hair trust me, no one would need to have seen me before to identify me once they do” I said sarcastically “You think this is funny?” He asked coming to a stop “No but I think you should but bother yourself over something you can’t change, I think you should go back and organized a resume team and search if there are survivors. I am sure this recent attacks by the vampires are desperate and would only drive more and more werewolves to your gates and if they also see you are going out of your way to search for the wounded and injured it would really help you”

“He is Calla's father and he is one of the few she still trusts.” “Is that why you really called him?” I asked. “Because he has the right to know or because you want to use him?” Micheal finally looked at me before speaking. “If using him will save the pack, then yes.” I opened my mouth to answer but the sound of the doors opening cut me off. Fenric came back into the hall with Ulric walking beside him. Ulric words a simple pale gray robe tied at the waist with a thin cotton. His hair was loose around his shoulders and his face showed clearly that he was tired. He slowed down with his steps when he saw all of us gathered.

His leathery wings twitched on his back. She shrugged indifferently, “Neat.” ‘Ulrich is among the oldest of us Gods. It would be wise to utilize that experience.’ Draco said through the mind-link. ‘He’s a proud bastard, so he won’t take kindly to you choosing Nyssa over him.’ I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed hearing their voices in my head until the arena’s magic blocked them out.