Nyx Acotar Novels & Stories

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.

Her look is comprehensive, a reminder of our earlier conversation and it makes me look away from her. “And from the Kingdom of Nyxara! A vampire ghost known as one of Nyxara deadliest criminals in the past century with more than a hundred bodies to his name. At least, with the amount of criminals from Nyxara in this year’s Dance of the Dead it’s fair to say Nyxara produces quite a lot of criminals,” The announcer jokes and the crowd laughs. “Introducing from the Kingdom of Nyxara, Lotus!”

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

“You dared to shoot Hades. Now you have me to deal with. Let’s just call me Nyx.” The name Nyx—the Greek goddess of the night—rolled off her tongue with a dark satisfaction. She watched as the life drained from Dean’s eyes, his body going limp in Big Tom’s grip. She felt no remorse, no hesitation. This was her world now, and she was claiming her place in it.

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.”

Nyx opens the door swiftly, her dark skin turning pale at the sight of Atticus and me. ”Excuse me,” Atticus looks down at her, his face expectant. Nyx’s shock shifts to rage as she stands aside to let him pass, her eyes never leaving him as he carefully sets me down on my bed. “Be a dear and make sure she gets enough food and water. The doctor wants her to stay off her feet as much as possible.” Atticus orders Nyx. She looks like she is about to start screaming, but she takes a look at me sees my pain, and releases her anger in a long breath.

Thisbe raised her axe, sitting away from Kat for more reach, her javelin fastened on her back. Amicus flicked the ropes on Nyx, and the wolf set off towards Sygnus. Nyx ran like a true shifting shadow, exponentially fast and almost intangible. Her form kept shifting from pure black to white skeletal outline. Wind whooshed in Kat's ears. The wolf was moving so swiftly that her feet didn't seem to be touching. The air filled with sounds of battle cries and clash of weapons. Kat released Amicus as they got close to the crater, summoning her fire and containing it in her hands. The gravity of the void was impossibly strong now, its pull almost palpable. They were nearly at the rocky edge, going