Nyx Acotar Novels & Stories

Night wind whipped around Nyra as she stood at the base of the ancient mountain, its black crags looming like a jagged crown against the starless sky. The infernal brand on her palm throbbed with each heartbeat, a constant reminder of Imreth’s cruel bargain. Caelum’s lifeless form and Ryker’s groans echoed in her memory, she would not fail them again.

"They aren't flesh!" The Stalkers multiplied. Ten, twenty, fifty of them rising from the lawn, surrounding the pack. The Lycans were the most apex predators on earth, but you cannot bite a shadow. "Marcus," Nyx said, standing up from the fountain. Her dark eyes weren't just black anymore. They were swirling with the same violet starlight that crowned her mother. She didn't look afraid. She looked annoyed. "Don't move, Princess!" Marcus commanded, stepping between her and a rapidly approaching Stalker.

Deep within my soul, the final, ancient cosmic seal of my past life tore completely open. Nyx didn't just awaken; she expanded. Her fur wasn't gray or black, she was a towering, majestic creature of pure, starlight-white, an ancient, mythical breed that had walked the earth before the packs even had names. The true reincarnation of the Moon Goddess herself, reborn to rewrite her destiny. “Rise,” the divine, booming voice roared through my veins, shattering the underwater currents. “The trial of blood is over. The goddess has awakened.”

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

Torches flickered, illuminating the path leading to the center of the clearing, where the sacred rituals would take place. As the Alpha of our pack, I, Nate, stood tall, overseeing the preparations with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Tonight, I would accept Eva as my Luna—a decision that had been forced upon me for peace among our werewolf families. Although our union was meant to bring harmony and strengthen our pack, I couldn't help but feel conflicted.

speak to me! Nothing. Only dead, suffocating silence. I closed my eyes, digging deep into the empty void behind my ribs. Please, Nyx... don't leave me alone... Then, barely louder than a whisper, a faint, familiar voice resonated from deep within the First Alpha's shadowy form: “Athena...” My eyes snapped open. Nyx! You're still alive! “I am trapped inside his spirit core,” Nyx murmured weakly. “He is trying to digest my celestial light to complete his physical body!”

He said with a soft smile as he took his wife’s hand gently and caressed it. “He’s right hunny.” The Luna says and Runa only smiled and nodded. A man stepped out, stood at least five-six, and looked young. “This is Alex, he’s unmated and is a very excellent fighter. If anything happens,” he paused before glancing to Alpha Ace, “Report to us and keep her safe.” “Of course Alpha,” Alex said, crouching down to get bags and placing them in the car that awaited her. She grimaced a bit before giving her farewells to her friends, Sierra and Milo, and her pups she trained for years.

The sound of footsteps approaching could be heard. Outside the Kane family gate, Nyx carried an iron sword on his back, his head full of white hair hanging down behind his head, the bottom of his eyes revealing a deep and dark memory. Nyx was the mother god the north talked about, but it was undeniable that he was also definitely the world's first-class-obsessed person. "It's him!" Looking at Nyx from afar, Antonio, Mohan, Graham, and even Caleb, who was recognized as the number one tycoon in the North, felt their faces twitching.

“The Lycan King is standing beside her.” “He really meant what he said yesterday.” “He loves her.” Draven stood near the elders’ platform. His heart twisted as he watched them walk together. Nyra didn’t even look at him. She kept walking until she reached the center of the arena. The elders took their seats. The oldest elder slowly stood. “This trial is now officially opened.” Silence followed. The elder looked toward Nyra. “Nyra of Shadowfang.” “You stand before this pack accused of bringing disaster.” “You are accused of poison.”

The more points we get, the greater our chances of being in the top ten. I glance at the tracker and go over the details again. Caleb literally told me, in a two-minute rush, about these demons and expected me to just be cool with it. The demon we’re hunting is a nyxie, a small water-horse that likes to drain humans of all the water in their bodies, leaving them dead. Nyxies are also notorious for getting drunk. This will be fun… I keep scrolling through my tracker all the way to the bottom. My heart skips a beat when I read the notes.