Nyaxia Series Novels & Stories

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.

Cressida said, bowing slightly, “I have something you’ll want to see.” Nyx was sitting behind a desk of liquid glass that reflected the endless sky, her long silver hair drifting as though underwater. Her robe, midnight-dark and embroidered with threads of moonlight, made her seem carved from the stars themselves. Without looking up, Nyx spoke, her voice calm, melodic, and sharp enough to freeze the air. “Speak, Miss Cressida. You have my attention,” she murmured.” Cressida swallowed hard. The clouds around her pulsed faintly with her heartbeat. “Vice Principal Nyx… I’ve discovered something. Something that concerns the Four and the new girl, Seraphine Vale.”

Real panic seized her heart. Luciano wasn’t shocked by Daxiel’s ruthlessness. He was already used to it. Daxiel finally turned the machine off. “Let them go!” Nyx screamed like a madwoman, veins bulging across her forehead. “And who are you,” Daxiel asked coldly, “to tell me what to do?” Nyx knew screaming was useless. Her entire body trembled as she lowered her head in surrender. “I’ll talk.” What she was about to do would betray the pack.

“Day 31: My skin burns at night. I hear her crying inside me. They say she’s not a real baby, but I feel her heartbeat.” "Day 52: They took my voice. But I found a way to scream inside their code.” "Day 81: I am Nyx. I am Ivy. I am the girl who cannot die. But they keep trying.” The next page held a small photograph. A sonogram. At first, I didn’t understand. Then I saw the name printed across the bottom in faded ink. Subject X: Viable Embryo / Project Nyx / Host V.3 I dropped the journal.

Beta Jerome readied his wolf to surface. Nyx got excited. Wolfing out will be her pleasure. “You are not to going to hurt them. They are already safe, somewhere where you can’t lay even a finger on their skin.” Fabrics came ripping off on her body. Furs commenced emerging on her skin until she had fully shifted. Nyx let out a melodious howl. It will be loud enough to reach Alpha Lachlan; loud enough to tell him she is fine. Sebastian found himself sandwiched between two big black wolves. Nyx’s wolf is smaller than the yellowish wolf Beta Jerome got. However, he can sense a stronger force coming from Nyx’s wolf. Both wolves bared their teeth, showing the prowess it holds.

Her cold, jade eyes watched as the bodies were slashed apart by her snakes, the entrails slowly starting to bulge from in between he deep gashes in the muscles. A little tendril wove its way up her arm, covered in blood. She used two fingers to wipe some blood from it and lick it. “She was expecting, how delicious. Have fun, my pets. I have some more searching to do.” Nassiri walked away, letting her pets do what they pleased with the corpses. ~Erys/Nia~ “Nyxie! Snap out of it! This isn’t the time or place!!” He tried to shake her shoulders but the blank expression stayed. “Fuck!!” He ran to the window and whistled as loudly as he could.

She was the culmination of every failed experiment, every act of defiance that had come before. “Here’s my offer,” she said, her voice low but unyielding. “Stop hunting me. Release every variable you’re holding—Brielle included. Destroy every file you have on my bloodline. And walk away. For good.” The woman’s eyes narrowed, assessing, weighing risk against reward. “And if we don’t?” Nyxara straightened, the wolf inside her rising, white, massive, unstoppable—a force of nature given shape by fury and pain. “I dismantle your entire system,” she replied, her tone calm as the grave. “I expose you. I burn your assets. I turn every ‘curated outcome’ into chaos and blood. And I do not stop. Not un

Nyx let out a small, contented whine as Knox wraps himself around her, his warmth enveloping her completely. His head rests over hers, his large paw drapes protectively over her side. Nyx leans into him, her body melting against his. “I was so tired,” Nyx admits, her eyes drooping. “The pain...” Knox’s chest rumbles, and the sound reverberates through her. “I know. But it’s over now. Just rest. I’ve got you.” Nyx closes her eyes, her breathing slowing as Knox nuzzles her neck, his tongue tracing slow, soothing strokes over her fur.

My own voice, detached and cold, whispering into a recorder: "Test subject viability confirmed. Neural bleed in progress." I staggered back, gasping. Liana clutched my arm, her eyes glowing pale blue. “Don’t fight it. This is the interface. She’s showing us what she remembers. What she’s become.” “She?” I turned slowly. And there she was. Nyx. A girl—no older than Liana—but her skin shimmered like broken glass. Her eyes were voids. No whites. No pupils. Just data. “You woke me too early,” she said. Her voice wasn’t cruel. It was curious. “Why?”

Her Romanian accent just seals the vibe. She’s great with the pups. She fit in instantly. She’s besties with Summer and Chris, somehow got JoJo to open up, and she’s got a baby in her arms half the time. Honestly, with those newborns? Resistance is futile. They’re like tiny, weaponized bundles of cuteness. “I just think we could be using these resources differently,” Nyx murmurs. She still talks under her breath like people can’t hear her. Poor girl hasn’t adjusted to the whole “wolves hear everything” reality yet. She’s gonna learn real quick.