Nyx Archeron Novels & Stories

Maria shakes her head. The meeting building is established following the modern techniques, which gives off an amazing and prestigious aura. Nyx walks boldly with her head straight ahead, avoiding the stares, but deep down she feels nervous. She's still young and needs space to grow, but she doesn't feel like she can trust anyone in this madness. She gets a bit surprised seeing Sonic in the meeting hall, clearly she didn't expect it. He's the leader of the wolves who escapes from the pack, commonly known as Deserters. Sonic helped Nyx a lot gathering allies and equipments, to perform the ritual to the Silverine throne.

James asked him. Ares looked at us for a moment and then he sighed. “According to what I learned, they are Gideon's warriors. He sent him to create a mess for this pack and capture Nyx.” My eyes widened from what I learned. I looked at James, my heart throbbed so fast. “James,” I murmured, and James nodded his head. “I know, Emerald. They are after Nyx and this has something to do with his wife. We need to save him. We need to save this pack before it's too late.” James declared.

A name, NYX, circled in red. Who was NYX? Jonathan worked for the rogue leader, he had been the one to sell us out. I was begging to see that now. The men, the pattern. “He is here for me,” I muttered to no one. “Cory?” My head snapped up, my eyes widening as I found Aaron standing by the door. I shoved the book under the bed. I didn’t miss the way his eyes followed my movement. “Lycan king said should come to you, the door wasn’t locked,” he said.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

And frankly, I’d rather take a direct hit from a silver bullet to the chest than ask an emotional she-wolf if she was going into heat. “Where do people go when they want to buy or sell something the Alpha doesn't approve of?” she finally asked after a stretch of quiet. “A black market?” She nodded, staring straight ahead. I didn’t know what the fuck Nyxaria was planning. First she was obsessed with lock mechanisms, and now this. Whatever game she was playing, it wasn’t good and I knew Viktor felt threatened by her presence. Why else would a rigid bastard like my father suddenly bend his own rules for her people?

Their sleek, pitch-black coats gleamed like polished obsidian, and their eyes glowed faintly, burning with intelligence. “These are my stallions,” Thanion said, his voice carrying a rare warmth. “Nyx, Acheron, and Erebus.” He approached them and ran a hand over Nyx’s mane. “She’ll be staying with us for a while,” he told them, his tone soft but commanding. “Be kind to her.”

The Alpha of the North was a leader who oversaw the activities of all the Packs in North. The North had over 300 Packs and 320 Alphas. Alpha Caden was going to be their Alphas. And she, River, a lowly Omega, an orphan that had grown malnourished due to lack of healthy feeding, would be his Luna, overseeing the activities with him. It had all happened fast. Alpha Caden made the approach. He invited her to the large jacuzzi in the Pack house. Then, the rest was history. Either way, she was becoming his Luna.

"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

--- — Nyx — The moment their blood mixed, her curse cracked open. She'd spent years building walls around it—careful, incremental, the architecture of a lifetime of necessity. The walls dissolved in an instant. Something vast and dark came rushing through the blood contact, larger than anything she'd ever accidentally absorbed, moving with the force of a creature that had been caged for a very long time and had finally found the door. His wolf.

How was I to know it was going to be this bad though? Making my way through the horde, I saw a few rogues corner Ryker. I needed to move faster. Fear of not getting to Ryker in time filled me. My pistols ran out of bullets, and I no longer had any more. Returning my guns to their holsters, I unsheathed the two daggers that were behind my lower back. Releasing a war cry, I continued to plow my way through the rogues. Halfway through the rogues that blocked my path to Ryker, I heard the Alpha King’s voice. Only, it wasn’t in my head.