Nyx Archeron Novels & Stories

Xoxo Nyx I know what you must be thinking. Why? Why would you, retired veteran and practical shut in, Kinsley Nyx Knight, be hiding behind a hedge too tall in a skirt too small? Donned in a jacket that has too many wrappy straps to know what to do with? Let alone one in front of a conglomerate that can get you black listed from every decent job in this city? Nicky. That’s right. You guessed it. Just like everything else that has gone wrong since I got back to Haven, this is all my orphan brother Roman Nikolai Cross’ fault!

she warned, more like threatened. I was not shaken though, I only folded my hands across my chest, a smug grin dancing on my lips. "Speaking of assignments, I think I'm all good in that aspect. I have done what I was hired to do. Nyx Uren is a hybrid, a combination of an Alpha werewolf and a great Sorcerer. Nyx is a were-sorcerer and the weight of her powers or capabilities is still unknown. She must remain under close observation until all about her unique self is revealed"

Across every screen, in brutal white letters, a message blazed: Tag acquired. Retrieval authorized. Nyxara laughed, a sound that started low and grew wild, edged with something ancient and dangerous. “Oh,” she whispered, soft as snowfall, deadly as a blade in the dark. “So that’s your game.” She straightened to her full height, wiped the blood from her mouth, and let her eyes blaze with the impossible light of her legacy—violet and white, fury and power. “You just made yourselves easy to find.”

It's a great area," Ash grins looking around my home. I nod my head amazed that lycans existed. "Calm your demon, Alarik, my wife's a Goddess," Nyx chuckles, grabbing Alarik's arm. He looked surprised at Nyx, his eyebrows raised. "Yes, I can sense Chort, he and I have quite a history, ask him and he'll tell you," Nyx grins, gaining Alarik's respect. I see Adria coming towards us with a frown on her face looking at Alarik. She reached Nyx and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

His voice is thick with irritation, like he’s already pissed off before we’ve even gotten to the real conversation. Nero takes a breath, visibly trying to keep his cool. “My little brother, Aeron, is missing. He’s been recruited into Legacy’s pack as a warrior. What the fuck is your son up to, Arkyn?” There’s another long pause, and when Arkyn speaks again, his voice is colder. “Legacy’s missing too.” Nero’s eyes flash with anger. “Since when?” Arkyn’s voice is thick with frustration. “A week. Maybe more. He’s gone off the grid, and we’ve been searching for him ever since. He’s a fucking liability right now.”

Reyna- After I spoke, he released my wrist and stopped walking. “This map hasn’t been made to the public yet. It is still under development and will be released later in the game. This is the only place in the game where we can speak without being discovered.” I didn’t know what was more surprising, the fact that he actually responded to my question, or that his response was proof enough that he was indeed Luka Alder, the CEO of Wolf Tech, and the creator of Arcane Realm.

His arm fell off Nyx, and she rolled off him, her breathing ragged, her eyes widened. How did he? She looked up at the cliff, her eyes catching only the dark clouds. Xerus stood up slowly and turned to face her. Nyx stepped back in fear. This was the same Lycan she saw in the woods. The same jet-black fur and crimson red eyes stood directly in front of her. She swallowed at how huge he was, probably eight feet or more in height, all fur and muscles. He walked towards her, and Nyx was surprised she wasn't scared of him. Instead, she felt a familiar sensation towards him.

“These wolves aren’t your blood. They’re not even your pack, not really. They’re Theron’s followers who tolerate you as a placeholder. Why die for them?” “Because someone should,” Nyx replied. “Because the cycle of cruelty and revenge has to end somewhere. Because…” Her voice dropped. “Because maybe if I do this one good thing, if I save them, it’ll balance out all the darkness I’ve created. Maybe it’ll mean I was more than just another monster.” The sun touched the horizon, painting the clearing in shades of crimson and gold. The moment stretched, crystallized, eternal. Then Evander smiled. “You know what? I accept your terms.”

“Our race is in great peril. We have to do something to change it, to save us all.” “And what do you suggest, Alpha Knox?” Ezekial asks. “This girl is a gift from the Goddess herself. She belongs to a true Alpha. A strong Alpha. Me. Give her to me, and I will give you Lycan’s in return.” “I am not yours. I belong with Aeron and Cain.” I snap before anyone else can even speak. “I see your mates have failed in teaching you manners just as they have failed to properly fuck you. Did they manage to get anything right?” He replies.

A gasp tore from my throat, transforming into a low, powerful huff as Nyx took the reins. Nyx shook out her fur, stretching her large, powerful limbs. Unlike normal wolves, Nyx was massive, nearly the size of a purebred Alpha wolf, and her coat was a striking, midnight black with a single, snowy-white patch directly over her chest. But the most defining feature was her eyes vibrant, glowing violet. "Goddess, that feels amazing," Nyx howled silently in my mind, her paws digging into the dirt. She took off like a shot.