Novel & Cerita Nyx Acotar

When I opened my eyes again all I see was red. I got to know the reason behind her death. Her mate's rejection. A loud and dangerous growl left my throat as I realized I'm loosing control and my wolf Luka was taking the control. " Who is the bastard, tell me his name," I yelled at everyone. My alpha aura making everyone scared. "Vegas from Autumn Moon pack", someone said from the crowd. My beta, my brother Austin come forward.

He continued to thrust into her, hard and fast, pushing her boobs against the cold top of the desk. Nyx attempted to take her eyes away but he growled angrily, “Eyes on me, Omega.” Nyx trembled as she swallowed hard, a tear dropping down her cheeks as pain began to prick her skin gently. She gripped her shoulder, shaking and trembling as a cold streamed into her system and her veins turned ice. She froze in the place, unable to move as Zenith continuously rammed into Rieta ruthlessly.

“Go back to your room and study.” She murmurs before turning her back to me. I went into my room again and took my notebook out of the bag. I raised my eyebrows when I heard Relyon’s voice outside the house. He’s Uncle Leo’s son. Uncle Leo is also my Mom’s brother. Relyon is only 11 years old. What is he playing? It’s still bright outside... Wait, why does he seem to shout? Because of curiosity, I looked out the window, and I saw him looking up at the tree and shouting.

Nick came to meet me and asked me to meet his pack because he said we are going to stay there for a few days after our marriage so I went to meet the members of his pack. His pack's name is Blue Stone Pack. It is a little away from the city side and the place is green and beautiful. I met his Alpha first. His name is Atlas Myles Rozell and he was so curt and emotionless that I shivered as soon as he looked back into my eyes. His eyes were emotionless. But surprisingly he turned out to be Nick's childhood friend along with Scott— his beta friend and Thomas, his second Beta friend. Wow, I thought Nick had no friends but he proved me wrong.

Adrian scoffs and I silently commend Atlas for ruffling his feathers. “Anyways, I’m Atlas, alpha of the Black Mist. You must be Araya.” He extends his hand to her, and she takes it smiling. I watch their interaction and realize I’m feeling a bit of jealousy. Why am I so possessive of this wolf? It is beyond me. I will never become one of these lovesick puppies like those around me…

Nike's eyes darted to Ven, but the bastard had collapsed underneath the weight of their magic, the whole forest began to whisper, the trees shaking down to their roots as each sister infused more magic into her, their intent obvious, was to crush her, leaving nothing behind "I call on my favored one" Nike cried in desperation "Zephyr come!" There was a whoosh as the wind howled with a fierceness and swept the goddess and he lackey away "I'll be back!" she whispered letting the wind carry her warnings for her †† Councillor Erick Rowan

"I believe it is time you all learned the absolute truth of what we are up against." The entire room fell utterly silent. Orion carefully broke the ancient wax seal. "The First Alpha, Arcturus, originally united the wolves under the light of the Moon Goddess. For centuries, there was peace. Until one legendary warrior refused to bow." He looked out the high windows toward the distant black pillar. "His name was Nyxar. He firmly believed that raw strength should rule the world instead of balance, and he actively sought immortality. When the Moon Goddess denied his request, he turned his back on her and bargained with the darkness between worlds. He offered his very soul, and in return, he bec

I asked. “The end of wolves? Or maybe enslave them,” he mumbled. “Nyx is unpredictable,” Nyx. The name circled in the journal. “Who is Nyx?” I asked. He raised his head, “A man that you should pray never to meet. If you do, run the other way,” he said. I have. Twice. “Tell me about this Nyx man,” I muttered. “He is the leader of the black stone coven….” No…

"LONG LIVE THE LYCAN KING!!!" Normally I'd bask in that. Usually I'd grin, throw a wave, maybe flex a few muscles for dramatic effect. But not this time. Not when the image of a girl with messy, midnight hair and stubbornly bright yellow eyes kept elbowing its way into the front of my brain like she owned the place. Nyx. Filthy as hell, bruised, starving, shoved in an attic like a shameful secret—and still beautiful. Not the dainty, polished noble beauty. No. She had the kind of beauty that survives fires and walks out of explosions.