Novel & Cerita Nyaxia Series

Seeing the flicker of guilt in Alexander's expression, Nyla said, "If you really feel sorry for Buddy and me, promise me one thing." "What is it?" Alexander asked. "If I ever ask for your help after going to Meristate, you have to help me no matter what," Nyla said. Alexander smiled. "You might find that once you become the Nixons' successor, I'll be the one asking you for help." "So, is that a no?" Nyla asked.

Silver hooks stuck out the tips. She kept the mask on. It wasn’t leather but some other material that showed no indication of where her nose began and cheeks began. It blurred out the image into a black shape. All Mia could make out was those exotic eyes gazing back at her from one large hole that went from the corner of one eye to another. She’s either with Xavier or Jax? “Who are you?” She said again. “I’m Nyx.” She sighed. “I’m Mia.” “Why does Jax need help?” She stalked toward her but left four feet between us.

‘Your tease. “Okay, Nyx is very large, I may need some space.” I said. I step back from Aiden and kneel on the ground. Nyx pulls the shift and this time it is a lot easier. When she finally appears, Mia, Luca and Dr. Higslee have wide eyes and smiles on their faces. “Fascinating! Simply marvelous!” Dr. Higslee said happily. “Well, doc. Are you ready for me to pull away?” Nyx said.

The parchment was old, the edges frayed, but the symbols were clear. “This,” she said, pointing to a passage written in an ancient dialect, “is about Nyxia.” The name sent a chill down my spine. Killian’s letter had mentioned it, and now hearing it from Selena made it feel even more ominous. “She’s not just a name,” Selena continued. “Nyxia is... was a rival to the Moon Goddess. A being of chaos and shadow. She believed that bonds and hierarchies—like the mating system—were chains meant to be broken.”

Not with Gabriel here, his amber eyes locked on mine, fierce and unyielding. Nyx floated closer, her form gliding through the distorted air like she owned it. Her eyes gleamed with that same predatory amusement, her lips curling into a smirk that made my blood boil. "Look at you, little heir," she said, her voice silky and mocking, carrying over the hum of energy. "Clinging to your mate like he can save you from what's coming. The avatar sees all—the flaws in your precious moonstone system, the cracks you've ignored for too long."

“You knew they had something to do with it?” He grunted, “Natasha told me herself. She’s Gideon’s daughter, and his personal oracle. She’s been playing both sides since her powers manifested. As for Kalix, Alpha Lyra filled me in.” Well, the whole arranged marriage thing now made a fuck ton of sense. “How much do you know?” The voices of the others dwindled as we walked further into the garden. Nox ran a hand through his already messy hair. Onyx strands now stuck up in every direction. He approached a stone bench and sat down.

The thing staggered, but it didn’t drop. “This is insane!” Blue yelled, slashing at another one. Nyx fought with a deadly confidence that I had never seen. She was fast, using her daggers to strike at their chests, but no matter how many times she cut them, they wouldn’t stop. “These things don’t feel pain!” she shouted, frustration clear in her voice. Gary growled in annoyance. He shifted into his wolf form, lunging at one of the dead and ripping into its throat. But even that didn’t stop it. The thing didn’t even flinch.

★★★ Nyxoria's Dream: Even though her eyes were still closed and her body unmoving, Nyxoria felt something strange, something soft and warm, like a gentle touch brushing against her soul. It wasn't physical, but she felt it deep inside, like someone had reached into her very essence. Then, through the silence, she heard a low growl, not threatening, but calm, almost like a whisper. And in that whisper, it called her name. She didn’t know why, but the words came out of her without thinking. “Who called me?”

Instead, she dove straight into the chaos—where energy fire was thickest, where panic bloomed first. That was new. She's confusing everyone. “That’s aggressive,” the second commentator said sharply. “Very aggressive.” Across the field, NYX had already taken a vertical lane, scaling a fractured tower with precise movements, picking off drones and harvesting resources efficiently. Syntax went the opposite direction, low ground, brutal, eliminating threats before they could organize. Then came the first scream from the audience. One player misjudged a jump. The platform beneath him shattered mid-leap, sending his avatar plunging into the abyss.

Sasha sat in the secret office of the Vegas Casino, her black mask concealing her face. Her fingers drummed lightly on the polished wooden table, a display of calm confidence as she waited for the Russians to arrive. Ivy stood beside her, holding a folder with the legal documents that would seal the deal. Sasha had built this meeting meticulously, and now, as she felt the weight of her role as Nyx, the leader in the shadows, she was determined to expand her influence.