Nyaxia Series Novels & Stories

The wind rushes through Nyx’s midnight-black fur as we race along the ridge marking the eastern border of Midnight Eclipse territory. There‘s a freedom in running as a wolf that I’ve never found in human form, a perfect unity of purpose, power, and instinct that makes everything clearer. Vance’s wolf, a sleek dark grey form with silver markings, lopes effortlessly ahead of me, occasionally glancing back as if to ensure I’m keeping pace. I respond by pushing harder, drawing on Nyx’s natural speed and agility to close the gap between us. After a week of maps and meetings, the pure physical joy of running makes both Nyx and me feel alive in a way nothing else can.

Xander shielded me, flanked by Alex and Sean. The car that came to a halt seemed familiar, as did its scent. The door swung open, revealing Nyx, who appeared bewildered. “Nyx?” Xander asked. “What are you doing here?” “I...” Nyx began, her voice faltering. Her body tensed as she emitted a low growl, her nostrils flaring as she scented the air. Everyone became uneasy as her eyes darted left and right. She strode towards the car, her eyes landing on the grim scene before her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she beheld the devastation.

They run through the forest until they reach a clearing, circling each other playfully. Your name? Nyra sends. Ajax. His mental voice is a deep growl. You’re beautiful, mate. Nyra bares her teeth in a wolfish smirk. I know. She snaps at his heel, and soon they’re rolling in the dirt. I roll my eyes inside our shared mind. Oh, goddess… It stops being funny the moment Ajax pins Nyra down and she starts panting like a wolf in heat.

So, I told them everything about touching Osiris's injured shoulder and seeing his battle with Jace. When I finally finished, a deafening hush filled the room. Nomad leaned back, his brows slowly furrowing. “It's almost like… you can hear echoes.” His eyes lifted toward me. “Like echoes of pain.” A happy squeal rang inside my head. Nyx practically wagged her entire body. “I like this Alpha! He guessed it right!” I was confused. “You mean…” Nyx proudly puffed out her chest. “I am an Echo Wolf.” She smiled brightly.

" She said simply.I held her gaze. She held mine. Around the table the weight of everything that was in motion, Elora's facility four blocks from Edgar's assembly point, the amber vials in their ordered rows, the forty seven witches scattered through the city, the forty three Lycans in their new location, three days and a counter-agent and an expanded negotiating table and Edgar coming with his practiced sincerity and his six years of learning how to use what people needed against them, all of it sat between us like something physical. "You said you build exits." I said to Nyxara. "Into things.""Yes." She said."Build one into this." I said. "One that we control."She looked at me for a long m

“To rise, you must burn. To rule, you must bleed.” Nyx’s POV — Ashborn Path, Second Trial The obsidian mirror loomed ahead of me, tall as a tower, smooth as still water, and twice as cold. My name was carved beneath the reflection in letters too sharp to have been chiseled by hand. NYX LUMINA GRAY Daughter of Flame and Storm Fell before the Second Dawn I stared into it. My reflection stared back—smaller, quieter, afraid. Not the version of me that fought shadow beasts or survived the first Phoenix Trial. This one looked like she was already fading.

Yumi's POV - 5ft, 11 inches tall, alloy-orange long hair held in a male bun, amazonite eyes, and a funny sweet smile. That’s Nyx; my ex and first love. He’s only two years older than I am and he’s been mated to someone else for the past two years, and I’m deeply overjoyed he’s going to be a dad. “You look more excited than I do.” Nyx smirks and proceeds to say, “So, how’s it like now that you’ve found your mate?” I stiffen to stillness and everyone laughs at me.

“Talk to me.” “It’s not pushing,” she said slowly. “It’s not demanding. It’s just… observing.” As if in response, the flicker widened slightly — not brighter, just clearer. A thin vertical line. Like an eye opening. Several wolves flinched backward. One whispered, “Another god?” Nyxara didn’t answer. Because she didn’t know. But she knew this: It did not feel hungry like Astraeon. It did not feel possessive like the Moon.

"What?!" "I can smell a baby in her." Nyxie poked Ally's tummy. "Given your blood and hers, and how strong the scent is, I'd say the little guy is developing rapidly. So I give you maybe a day or two? I dunno, I'm not an expert on inter-species babies." "You should know, given how much you've bred," Salax muttered, only for Nyxie to hit him with her wing. "Hush, snake. You've fucked so many people, you're the expert on breeding." Nyxie's joke was met with covered laughs. She waved to them. "I'm gonna check on the kids and Kole."

Wrapped in darkness so complete it hurt to look at directly, crimson eyes burning like coals. Nobles screamed. Guards drew swords. Sera actually stumbled backward. "How interesting," Nyx said. His voice rolled through the room like winter given sound. "The General thinks he has a claim." Kael's hand went to his sword. "You have no right to be here." "I have every right." Nyx's attention was fixed on Jay. "Prince Jayvyn carries my mark. My energy flows through his second meridian. Tell me General, can you say the same?"